An insistent ping roused Flora from a sleep that felt deeper and more restful than she’d had in several days. Glancing at the clock, she realized she’d slept in – a welcome change from the restless nights spent tossing and turning. A familiar pang of loneliness hit her as she remembered Damien’s absence. He’d left early, not wanting to impose and had promised to call later.
Her phone pinged again and she reached for it and unlocked it. She was immediately bombarded with notifications. A flurry of missed calls – all from Henry – and two text messages. The first one was a simple chilling sentence – 'I know he slept over, Flora'. The second one was a vile tirade, laced with insults and accusations. She’d heard his car drive away, so how had he known Damien had slept over at the mansion? The texts solidified Flora’s suspicions that Henry was stalking her somehow. Disgusted, she tossed her phone back on the nightstand. Henry’s words wouldn’t get to her. Today was a new day and sFlora sat in Damien’s office, mentally going over the new information she had learned from Catarina. The folder the maid had given her had not only included those incriminating photographs but also some pretty damning financial statements that would pointing wagging fingers at Henry not only from the public but also the shareholders of his company. Leaning on the table in front of her, Damien was concluding a business call with his personal assistant. As the call ended, he pressed a kiss to Flora by way of greeting. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”She wasted no time in recounting the details of Catarina’s information to him, and as she handed him the manila folder, Damien’s expression turned from curious to calculating. He carefully unsealed the envelope and unfolded the documents within. They painted a clear picture of Henry’s infidelity and financial misconduct. Olivia’s was just a bonus. Silence descended upon the room, broken only by the rustle of papers.
Flora glanced at the clock, and let out a sigh of relief. She had spent her morning interviewing candidates from different cleaning agencies, and the last interview had just wrapped up. Her decision had been made. She had finally found the right person among the many hopefuls that had paraded through her living room today. Though her mansion of a home could easily accommodate a large cleaning team, she preferred a smaller setup, especially since she only used a few rooms regularly. The work was too much for Catarina alone, but the new girl would offset the balance just right. “I think Esther will do just fine,” Flora said to Catarina, who had been helping her sift through the candidates who had arrived. The maid nodded, her face warm with approval. “She’s a good choice, Miss Wicks. Young, but she has a good head on her shoulders. She’ll learn quickly.” Flora handed over the chosen maid to Catarina, knowing she would be in good hands. “Show her around please. I need to freshen u
Without waiting for a response, Flora walked out of the boutique, her head held high. She felt a sense of triumph, knowing she had successfully turned the tables on Olivia. As she headed to her car, she couldn’t help but smile to herself. This was not quite part of she and Damien’s plan but it had gone beautifully. Back in the driver’s seat, she took a moment to relish the victory before starting the engine. She drove away from the boutique, her mind already buzzing with ideas for the next move. Flora was done being the victim, and ambushing Olivia in the boutique had proven that she had the strength and cunning to do just that. Back at the house, Catarina and Esther greeted her with warm smiles. “How was your outing, Miss Wicks?” Esther, the new maid, asked. Flora returned her smile, her spirits lifted by the events of the afternoon. “It was productive Esther. Very productive.” She handed her bags to the duo, who carried
The next day, Flora spent the better part of her afternoon poring over the documents related to the properties and assets she had received as part of her divorce settlement. Spread out on the large mahogany desk in her study were maps, photos and valuation reports. It was a lot to take in, but she was determined to make informed decisions about what to keep and what to let go.One property that caught her eye was the summerhouse. Nestled by a serene lake, Flora had fallen in love with it at first sight – until that fateful day when Henry had callously told her that she wasn’t enough for him and demanded a divorce. The memory stung, and she decided then and there that she wanted nothing more to do with it. It was in the study of this very summerhouse Flora was deliberating what to do with all the properties she had become the recent owner of. She might have done this in her own home but Henry had come over a little too much for her liking lately, and for this task, she neede
Flora froze for a moment, trapped between the counter and the Damien’s firm body. She blinked taken aback. “How do you know about that?”Damien took a deep breath, evidently trying to control his frustration. “Your main, Catarina, called me. This morning, while you were gone, Henry forced his way into the house. When he was told you were not in, he barged past her and searched every room himself to make sure.” Damien’s eyes narrowed. “She didn’t know what else to do, so she reached out to me.”“He…he just showed up?” Flora’s heart sank at the thought of how much Catarina must have panicked. She hadn’t thought how much Henry’s presence at the house a few days ago must have had rattled her staff. “I didn’t want to worry you. I thought I could handle it.” She turned to face him, meeting his gaze.He shook his head, his jaw clenched. “Flora, you don’t have to handle it alone. Especially not when Henry is barging in here, searching your rooms like he owns the place.”
She returned inside, and found Catarina tidying up the kitchen, rinsing out the mugs they had drank the coffee with. The maid’s body was lined with tension, and Flora realized she was expecting her to act like Olivia, to throw a tantrum and issue scathing words. They were family after all, even if not by blood.“Thank you for calling Damien, and Eva,” she said, her voice sincere. You did the right thing.”Catarina looked relieved. “I was so worried, Miss Wicks. Mr. Grey was so…aggressive. I didn’t know what else to do. I had called you, and you had come rushing down, he’d have gotten exactly what he wanted.”“You did exactly what you should have,” Flora assured her. “And I promise, things will get better. We’re moving to a new place soon. The maid nodded, looking reassured. “I’ll start packing up your things then.”Flora smiled, glad they had been able to hash out this issue. She was not Olivia, and would never be. “Thank you. I’ll start sorting through wha
The next morning, Flora woke up with anticipation bubbling in her chest. She dressed carefully, choosing a casual but flattering outfit: a light blue summer dress that flowed around her legs and was patterned at the end with stitched flowers and petals. She paired the dress with a pair of comfortable sandals. She made sure to dab her wrists and neck with her favorite vanilla perfume before she left her room.When Damien arrived, his eyes lit up at the sight of her. “You look beautiful.”“Thank you,” she replied, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. “You’re not too bad yourself.” They drove out of the city, heading toward a secluded beach Damien knew about. It was a perfect escape, away from prying eyes and the pressures of their lives.The drive to the beach was filled with light-hearted conversation. Flora felt herself relaxing more with each passing mile, the stress and tension melting away in Damien's presence. As they approached the co
Flora did not know how but she made it to her sofa, collapsing into its softness, her phone still clutched in her hand. The headline still glared at her from her screen, bold in its lies. The first line of the article jumped up at her: "Scandal Alert: Heiress Flora Grey Caught in Love Triangle with CEO Husband and Billionaire Tycoon!"Flora's heart sank as she began to read.“It appears that the glitz and glamour of high society have once again been marred by scandal. Flora Grey, known for her philanthropic activities and marriage to manufacturing CEO Henry Grey, has been making headlines not for her philanthropic efforts or business acumen, but for her tumultuous love life.”“Insider sources reveal that Flora's marriage to Henry Grey crumbled due to her affair with billionaire hotel magnate, Damien Grant Hayes. While Flora has attempted to paint herself as the victim of Henry’s infidelity, sources close to the couple assert that Flora's betray
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Two Weeks Later The evening had settled into a comfortable warmth as Flora parked her car in the driveway of Damien’s estate. The sky was a gentle gradient of fading sunset hues, a perfect close to what had been a long but fulfilling day with Eva. They had been going over the offers from several publishing houses and TV studios, that wanted to monetize Flora's experience with Alice and Janice. It had been exhausting, but there was a sense of peace that came with knowing everything with Alice was truly over. Justice had been served, and Flora was finally free. With a content sigh, she gathered her things, pushing open the front door. The house was unusually quiet, save for the faint rustle of the breeze outside and the distant clinking of glass from the kitchen. A cozy warmth greeted her, the familiar scent of home wrapping her in comfort as she stepped inside. "Hello?" she called out softly, slipping off her shoes and setting
Flora’s breath caught in her throat, but she held her composure, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She cast a glance across the courtroom and met Alice’s eyes. There was no fire in them, no anger or hatred. Only resignation. This was her fate, sealed and unchangeable. Alice would spend the rest of her life in jail. There would be no escape, no return to the life she once knew. She would die there, alone. The judge then turned her attention to Janice, who sat trembling in her seat. “As for Janice Holden,” the judge said, her tone unwavering, “for the charge of conspiracy to commit murder, and for the misuse of her professional authority as a nurse, resulting in the death of Vera Wicks, this court finds the defendant guilty.” Janice sobbed openly as the judge delivered her sentence: twenty-five years to life, with the possibility of parole only after serving the minimum term. But even with parole, Janice would never fully escape her crimes.
The next few days blurred together, filled with a whirlwind of action and emotion as Flora set the final stage for justice. Filing the formal report against Alice was both cathartic and devastating, but it was something Flora knew she had to do. This was the final step in a journey that had begun when her life was torn apart by betrayal, and now, she was finally fighting back. Alice was arrested almost immediately after Flora's report, and to everyone's surprise, she didn’t resist. For the first time in their long and painful history, she didn’t fight back. There were no screaming matches, no attempts to manipulate or twist the situation in her favor, no venomous remarks hurled in Flora’s direction. Instead, Alice turned herself over with an unsettling calm, submitting a written confession detailing her involvement in both the death of Flora’s mother and the accident that had left her father a prisoner in his own mind. Flora knew Alice’s cooperation wasn’t born
A chill ran down her spine, and she stammered out the first question that came to mind. “Olivia…are you—”Before she could finish, Olivia let out a bitter laugh, the sound filled with a weight of sorrow and exhaustion. It wasn’t a happy laugh, but one of disbelief at her own situation.“Yes, I’m pregnant,” Olivia confirmed softly, cutting off Flora’s stumbling attempt to find the right words. She rubbed her palm lightly over her stomach as if to comfort herself more than anything else. “And before you ask, it’s Cyprus’s.”Flora’s breath caught in her throat. Cyprus. Of course it was his. Her mind flew to that one disastrous night that Olivia had had with the arrogant vice president of Defendwise Ventures.“Olivia…” Flora whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. “What are you going to do?”The question hung in the air like a fragile thread, and for a moment, Olivia seemed lost, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the supermarket, beyond the immediate rea
Olivia’s face was puffy, her eyes rimmed red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly devastated, her usual composed demeanor shattered. Her bottom lip quivered as she attempted a smile, but it was weak, trembling at the edges. "Flora," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking. Flora stepped forward, unsure whether to close the distance between them or keep some space. She could see the exhaustion written across Olivia’s features, the turmoil swirling behind her eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of what had brought them here pressing down on both of them. Olivia broke the silence first, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—I didn’t know.” She choked on the words, shaking her head as fresh tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t know what my mother was capable of. I swear to you, Flora, I didn’t know any of it.” Flora stood still, absorbing Olivia’s words. She wanted to believe her. Desperately. But the betrayal of the past day,
The buzzing of Flora’s phone startled her out of her thoughts. It was Olivia. The message read:“Can you meet me in thirty minutes? There's a small 24-hour supermarket called "Pinegrove Market" not far from the estate. I’ll be there. Please, Flora, I really need to talk.”Flora’s pulse quickened as she read the message. Thirty minutes? She glanced at the clock. It was late, and while her body still ached with exhaustion, the urgency in Olivia’s words cut through any hesitation. Something in her gut told her this couldn’t wait. Without overthinking it, she typed a quick reply:“I’ll be there.”She stood up from the couch, assessing her loose pants and short-sleeved top. They would have to do for such an impromptu meeting. She padded quietly upstairs, not wanting to disturb the peaceful quiet of Damien’s home. He was fast asleep, one arm draped over his eyes, his breathing steady and calm. Flora felt a pang of guilt for slipping out, but she had to do this. Bending dow
Just as the words left Eva’s mouth, the kitchen door opened, and Damien stepped inside. He looked at Flora, his gaze soft and warm, and without a word, he crossed the room and kissed her gently on the temple. “Eva’s already started drafting the court papers,” he said, finishing Eva’s sentence. His voice was calm, matter-of-fact, as though they were discussing something far less monumental.Flora blinked, still processing everything. “Has Alice made a move since we left the estate?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady.Damien shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I think she knows this is the end for her.”The weight of his words settled over the room, and for a moment, there was nothing but the soft sound of the stew bubbling on the stove and Whiskerton’s contented purring. Flora exhaled slowly, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over her.That night, after dinner had been cleared away and Catarina and Eva had gone off to bed, Flora sat alone on the couch in t
Flora blinked, her eyes stinging with fresh tears. She knew who had orchestrated this—who had called Catarina and Eva, who had made sure that when Flora woke up, she wouldn’t be alone. It had to be Damien. He had seen how close she was to breaking, how much she needed the people around her now. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Flora looked between Catarina and Eva, her lips trembling with a bittersweet smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming.” Catarina patted her cheek affectionately. “You’re stuck with us now,” she said with a soft almost motherly smile, before turning back to the stove to finish serving the stew. “Now, sit down and eat before you collapse. I made your favorite.” Flora’s stomach growled again in response, and she let out a soft laugh. Their presence, combined with the savory aroma of the stew, filled the room with a sense of comfort that Flora hadn’t realised she'd been craving .