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
Flora was still fuming as she ended her call with Eva, and she wasted no time in dialing Damien's number, bursting with the need to let him know the latest development. Relief washed over her as his voice filled her ear. She poured out the details of the article, her voice trembling with anger. Within the hour, Damien's lawyers had contacted the gossip site. The article vanished like smoke, the URL displaying a generic "unavailable" message. A small victory, but the damage was done. Screenshots of the article were plastered across social media, fueling the flames of outrage. Flora knew better than to delve into the online cesspool, but a morbid curiosity gnawed at her. The article had painted her as a deceitful wife who had abandoned her CEO husband, Henry, for a billionaire. The writer had spun a narrative of betrayal and greed, completely ignoring the truth of Henry's infidelity with her stepsister, Olivia, and the audi
Flora started making calls. First, to a friend who was well-connected in the fashion industry, arranging for alterations to her dress that would outshine anything Olivia could possibly wear. Then to a trusted ally in the media, who could help spread the right kind of rumors. Finally, she reached out to Damien, explaining her plan and enlisting his support.Damien listened intently, his expression serious. “I’ll make sure everything is in place,” he promised. “But Flora, are you sure you want to go through with this? There's a chance Olivia won't fall for the bait.”Ha! Pigs would fly before Olivia was smart enough to figure out Flora's plans. A smirk touched her lips as she recalled a scene from their university days. Olivia, always the center of attention, had announced she'd landed an internship at a prestigious fashion magazine. Flora, genuinely excited for her, congratulated Olivia, mentioning her own plans to volunteer at a local women's shelter.
Though Flora and Damien were seated at a table far from Olivia and Henry, she couldn’t help but notice her ex-husband’s frequent stares. She could sense his eyes on her, his gaze burning with a mix of longing and frustration. Her smile grew, her plan unfolding like a perfectly crafted script.Each time Damien leaned in to whisper something in her ear or placed a gentle hand on her back, Henry’s jaw would tighten visibly. His irritation was palpable, and it was clear to Flora that he was struggling to maintain his composure.Olivia, too, was feeling the strain. Her back was rigid, and a permanent scowl had settled on her lips. She was clearly aware of Henry’s fixation on Flora, and it was driving her mad. Flora could almost see the jealousy and insecurity radiating off of her stepsister. Satisfied that her plan was working, she decided it was time to escalate things a bit.She leaned closer to Damien, her lips brushing his cheek in a soft, lingering kiss. “I need to fresh
As Damien's car sped away from the venue of the gala, then city lights blurred into streaks of color. Flora sat in the passenger seat of the luxurious car, scrolling through the gossip site that had previously maligned her. This time, she was pleased to see that High Society Scandals were running an article on Olivia’s utter breakdown at the charity gala. The headline was sensational: "Scandal Unfolds: Olivia X's Explosive Outburst at Charity Gala Reveals Infidelity Drama!"She couldn't help but smile as she read the article, which detailed Olivia’s accusations against Henry, her slap, and her subsequent removal by security. The truth was out, and the public was finally seeing Henry and Olivia for who they truly were.Damien glanced over at her, a teasing smile on his lips. He eased the car as they entered into a line of traffic, one of many vehicles that were sharing the road. “Seems your social media detox is over," he said with a chuckle, glancing at her phone.
Flora awoke to the gentle knock on her bedroom door, the soft voice of her maid, Catarina, breaking through the hazy veil of sleep. Blinking away the remnants of dreams, she sat up and listened as Catarina informed her of an unexpected visitor downstairs."A visitor?" Flora asked, her voice still thick with sleep. "Who could it be at this hour?""It's a woman claiming to be Mr. Henry's sister, ma'am," Catarina replied. "She said her name is Sarah."Flora's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Henry's sister. She hadn't spoken to any of his family since the early days of the divorce, and the thought of seeing them again filled her with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. Pushing back the covers, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and reached for her robe."Alright, I'll be down in a moment," Flora said, her mind already racing with questions. What could Sarah want from her after all this time?As Flora descended the stairs,
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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 .