Daniela stood in front of the mirror,adjusting her dress with trembling hands. The events of the past twenty four hours played over and over again in her mind like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. Her own husband, Alexander Dane, had abandoned her. Not a single call, Not a single message. While she was locked up,humiliated and accused of a crime she didn't commit, he had been out living his life as if she didn't exist. She held her purse and deep the money Melanie gave her inside. She thought about Alexander has she ordered a ride to go home. Would he even be home?Would he send everything? Would he care at all? By the time the car stopped at the mansion, Daniela's anger increased . She marched up to the gate and rang the intercom.A few seconds later, a voice answered. “ Who is it?” “ Tell Alexander it's his wife”, She said,her voice cold . “ And I am not leaving here till I set my eyes on him”. There was a long silence before the ga
Daniela sat in the living room, staring at the untouched cup of tea in front of her. The weight of the past few weeks had settled deep in her bones, making every movement feel like a struggle. She had hardly eaten and barely slept. Her thoughts were consumed with one thing,Noah. Where was he? Who had taken him? Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone, checking once again for any messages or missed calls. There was nothing. Just the same empty silence that had haunted her since the day he disappeared. Then suddenly,her phone rang. Her heart began to beat fast.Then she checked her phone and saw an unknown number. She hesitated before answering,her breath catching in her throat.” Hello?” For a moment,there was nothing but silence. Then a deep disturbed voice came through the speaker. “ You should have listened Mrs, Daniela”. Daniela's stomach turned. “ Who's this?” She demanded . The man laughed a sarcastic laugh. “It doesn't matter Now”. A gunshot
Daniela sat in her office, staring blankly at the resignation letter on her desk. Her fingers panicked as they traced the edges of the paper,the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her chest. She was already exhausted from handling the company and she was ready to leave. For years, the company had been her everything. She had built it from the ground, pouring her blood, sacrificing sleep, happiness and even her marriage to make it what it was . She couldn't do this anymore. Her son was gone. Her marriage was a lie, her reputation had been ruined. What was left to fight for? The sharp scent of ink filled her nose as she picked up her pen, the tip dancing around the paper for a moment. She hesitated, her heart thudding against her ribs. This wasn't just a resignation. This was leaving the last tie to the life she had once dreamed of. With a deep breath, She signed her name at the bottom. It was done.The weight of the company had finally left her shoulder
The sound of the zipper echoed in the bedroom as Daniela pushed the last of her belongings into the suitcase. Her hands trembled , her breath almost left her, but she refused to stop. She had to get out now. Her visions blurred with unshed tears,but she prevented them from dropping. Crying wouldn't change anything. Nothing could change what had happened. The bed, the expensive decor, the towering closet filled with designer's clothes, none of it was hers anymore. It never had been has . It was all Alexander's money she used in getting them. Now, reality dawned on her that she was living this wealthy home.Leaving the house where she had once imagined a future. Leaving the man who had broken her heart into a million pieces.Her fingers waved around the handle of her suitcase. As she got ready to leave Alexander's house, the door opened and Daniela froze as she saw Christiana, Alexander's ex. Christiana, the woman who should have been nothing more th
The scent of freshly brewed coffee and burning bacon filled the dining hall of Alexander Dane's Mansion. Christiana Hummed softly as she arranged the plates on the Lavish marble table, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She had always imagined herself here, playing the role of the perfect wife. And now, with Daniela gone, She finally had her chances. The sun streamed through the tall windows, casting golden rays on the expensive China she had carefully set. She had wanted everything to be perfect . She had waited long enough to reclaim what was rightfully hers. Alexander walked in,adjusting his navy blue suit. His eyes landed on Christiana, who was setting down a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of his seat. He smirked,taking in the scene-the warm breakfast, the spotless house, and the soft hum of domestic bliss that had been absent for years. “ This is nice”, he murmured,sliding into his chair. “ You are making yourself right at home”.C
Christiana leaned against the kitchen counter,watching Alexander sip his drink. She had done everything right, cooked for him, cleaned for him, and all the necessary household chores, but there was a distance in his eyes, something cold and detached. She cleared her throat. “ Alexander, do you ever think about her?”. He didn't answer immediately. He just sipped his drink, staring at the liquid.Then,without looking up, He said” Daniela was a phrase, an ordinary one night stand I was forced to keep because of her son”. Christiana hesitated. “ She was your wife”. Alexander coughed out loud. “In title only”, His voice was sharp and almost mocking. “ You think I loved her? Christiana , I pitied her . A desperate naive girl who thought she could take me with a ring and a child. But now that both are gone, what's left of her?” He chuckled darkly. “ Nothing”. Christiana forced a smile, but inside, her stomach had twisted. She had won, hadn't She? She had Alexander
Melanie turned to leave, but stopped at the door. “ I will be back in the morning. Take care”. She looked at Daniela, whose eyes were still fixed on the floor, her mind a thousand miles away. Melanie barely listened to her sister's words. “ Don't do anything stupid”, She murmured,though it was more out of habit than concern. She knew Melanie and she knew how the night will unfold. Melanie didn't respond . She had heard it all before, the same tired warnings. With the wig on her hair,She opened the door and stepped into the night. The air hit her face as she walked into the glow of the street lights, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. She adjusted her tight red dress which clung her curve as she walked. Tonight, she wasn't looking for just any man. She was looking for a man with money, and someone who could keep her entertained and satisfied. She made her way to the nightclub district, an area she knew well and not long after she spotted her targe
Melanie sat on the couch, her head resting against the backrest, eyes closed. She had been feeling weak all day,and now, an unbearable fatigue crept through her limbs like a slow poison. Melanie had always been a heavy sleeper, but that morning she couldn't sleep past dawn. Her body ached, her head pounded, and the events of the previous nights haunted her. Every time she closed her eyes, She felt Richard's touch,his voice whispering in her ear like a threatening echo. She had been with many men before, but this particular one was different. This time, something was really wrong. She rolled onto her side and stared at the ceiling, her mind filled with thoughts she couldn't explain. Had she made a mistake?Should she have walked away? A sharp knock on the door left her away from her thoughts. Daniela's voice followed almost immediately. “ Are you awake?” Melanie murmured and sat up, rubbing her hands. “ Yeah” She replied in low tones. Daniela o
Gabriel stood speechless in the middle of his apartment, his hands clenched into fists. The sound of the door slamming shut echoed in his ears like a gunshot. Daniela had walked away, her heart shattered by the truth. She had not been replying to his messages for a while due to the fact that she was scared that he might do something worst than that.And it was his fault.For years, he had tried to erase his past. He had buried his regrets beneath wealth, success, and the illusion of a new life. But the past had a way of resurfacing, and now, the woman he had come to love despised him.He couldn’t let this be the end.Gabriel grabbed his car keys and rushed out, determined to find her.Daniela walked aimlessly down the street, the cool night air chilling her skin. Her arms wrapped around herself, not just from the cold but from the ache spreading inside her.Tears blurred the lights of the city, distorting everything around her.She had finally opened her heart again—let someon
Daniela sat on her couch, holding her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.Desmond’s words refused to leave her mind."Ask Gabriel what happened five years ago."Her stomach turned her.Gabriel had been her safe space. The one man who had given her hope again. But now?Her heart was filled with doubt. A slow, suffocating poison.Her instincts screamed at her to walk away,to bury the past and never dig it up again.But she couldn’t.She needed answers.Without thinking twice, she grabbed her bag and stormed out of her apartment.Gabriel opened his apartment door, his usual warm smile in place.But the moment he saw her face, the smile erased.“Daniela?” His brows tiled. “What’s wrong?”She pushed past him, stepping into the apartment.“We need to talk,” she said, her voice like steel.Gabriel closed the door behind them, his eyes filled with concern. “Talk about what?”She turned sharply, meeting his gaze.“Desmond.”Gabriel’s entire body stiffened. “What about him?”
Daniela sat in silence, staring at Gabriel.The man she had trusted. The man she had started falling for.And yet, his brother,Desmond was the reason her sister had suffered.The arguments between them was thick with tension.Gabriel reached for her hand, but she pulled away."Daniela," he whispered, his voice pained. "I swear, I had no idea. Desmond… he’s always been reckless, but I never knew he—"She stood up as fast as possible. "I need to think, Gabriel."His expression darkened, but he nodded. "I understand."But deep down, she didn’t know if she could ever look at him the same way again.That night, Daniela couldn’t sleep.Her mind kept replaying everything—her sister’s tears, Desmond’s name, and Gabriel’s face when she told him the truth.Her phone rang suddenly, removing her away from her thoughts.Unknown Number.She hesitated before answering."Hello?"There was silence for a while.Then, a deep, unfamiliar voice."Stay away from Gabriel if you value your life."Her
Gabriel wasn’t just kind with his words—he took action.One evening, as they sat in a quiet restaurant, he took her hand and looked into her eyes."I know you love working at the company," he started, "but I think you deserve more, Daniela. You’re smart, hardworking, and capable of much bigger things."She blinked at him, slightly taken aback. "Gabriel, what are you talking about?"He slid a neatly folded envelope toward her."A job offer," he said simply.Her heart pounded as she hesitantly unfolded the paper.It was from a well-respected company—a high-paying position as an administrative officer.She was filled with joy deep inside her. "How did you—?"Gabriel smiled. "I have connections. But you earned this, Daniela. I just pointed them in the right direction."Tears was filled in her eyes.She had struggled for so long, fought so many battles alone. And now, here was a man who wasn’t just promising her the world—he was actually helping her build a future."Gabriel, I—" She did
Days turned into weeks, and before Daniela even realized it, Gabriel had become a constant presence in her life, reassuring her and making her feel loved.At first, she had been hesitant to let him in. She had been burned before—used, abandoned, discarded like she was nothing.But Gabriel was different.He didn’t push. He didn’t demand too much.He was just… there.Every morning, she woke up to a text from him:"Good morning, beautiful. Have a great day."At night, another message:"Hope you ate today. Don’t overwork yourself."It was strange. No man had ever cared about the little things.And then there was the money.She never asked, but he sent it anyway. A small alert on her phone would pop up, and when she checked, there it was—a transfer from Gabriel."Just something to make things easier for you."****"Get something nice for yourself, Dani."He was everything she had ever wanted in a man. But more than the money, it was the fact that someone actually cared.Kind. Generous. Thoug
The first thing Daniela felt was something pounding in her head.The second was the unfamiliar warmth of soft sheets beneath her.Sunlight streamed through the curtains, a golden feeling settling over the modest guesthouse room. The air was quiet except for the tap water that was running speedily. Daniela stirred, groaning slightly as she pushed herself up on the bed.For a moment, she forgot where she was.Then, it all came back—the club, the music, the drinks, and… Gabriel.Her eyes filled across the room, landing on his dark suit jacket draped over the chair. That single sight made her heart skip. He was still here.As if on cue, the bathroom door opened, and Gabriel stepped out, steam curling around him. A towel hung loosely around his neck, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, exposing just a hint of his toned chest. His hair was damp, slightly tousled, as if he had run his fingers through it.“Morning,” he greeted, his deep voice carrying an unmistakable smoothness.Daniela ru
Gabriel leaned back, his whiskey glass resting against his knee as he studied Daniela. The way she carried herself intrigued him, so he wanted to know more about her. He had met many women in clubs before—some looking for excitement, some chasing wealth, others simply bored. But Daniela? She wasn’t any of those.She was drowning.And she didn’t even realize it.“You don’t strike me as someone who usually drinks alone,” Gabriel finally said, breaking the comfortable silence between them.Daniela exhaled a humorless laugh,sipping the last remnants of her drink. “I don’t. Not usually.”“Bad day?” he tried to examine.She let out a breath, shaking her head slightly. “Try a bad life.”Something flickered in Gabriel’s eyes. “That bad, huh?”She turned to look at him, taking in the way he held her gaze without hesitation. Most men would have backed off by now, sensing the weight in her voice. But he didn’t. He held steady, waiting, offering no judgment—only curiosity.“I lost my father,
The club was filled with energy, a stark contrast to the suffocating silence that had filled Daniela's mind since she learned about her father's death. She sat in the dimly lit VIP lounge, a glass of whiskey in her hands, swirling the liquid absentmindedly. Loud music was filled in the air, the bass vibrating beneath her feet, but it barely drowned out the guilt eating deep in her blood. She had come to the club to escape, to calm her nerves down. But no amount of alcohol could raise the growing doubt in her chest. As she stared at the dance floor, her eyes was drawn to a man watching her across the room. He was tall, Confident, with black piercing eyes and he had a particular charisma that made him stand out in the crowded club. Their eyes met and for a moment, Daniela thought She imagined him kissing her lips deeply. Not long after, he moved straight towards her. He sat beside her, his scent rich perfume mixed with something dangerously intoxicating filling her se
Daniela sat in the back of the taxi,her fingers tightly gripping her purse. The city outside the window blurred as the vehicle sped past familiar streets,each one carrying a memory She had left long buried. For years, She had been absent from this place,from the people who once mattered ,convincing herself that She was better off without them. But now,with everything crumbling around her, She found herself desperate for something to hold on to. Her sister was gone. Her marriage to Alexander had ended in humiliation. And now, She had finally decided to reconnect with her Dad. She had avoided him for so long, ashamed of how her life had turned out. But deep down,She wanted to believe that despite everything , he would still welcome her with open arms. She had replayed her words a thousand times in her head. She would tell him about her divorce,about how she had lost her sister, about how lost she felt.He had blamed her for marrying Alexander but now she needed him to c