Samuel had been searching for Ciara for a full month. Just when he began to think his investigation might have been too harsh, she appeared before him—serving as a waitress in the very room reserved exclusively for him. He had underestimated her. His eyes narrowed in disbelief as he realized she wasn't hiding; she was raising her stakes.
“Director Fury, is something wrong?” The restaurant manager, who had been accompanying Samuel, could barely conceal his fear as he noticed the icy stare directed at him.
“How long has she been working here?” Samuel's voice was dangerously low.
The manager stammered, “A...A month.”
A month? The same length of time since she had escaped from his family’s grasp. Samuel's blood boiled—she wasn’t running away, she was simply positioning herself to negotiate a higher price. Damn her!
Ciara's eyes flickered with resentment as she met his gaze. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. Why did the world have to be so small?
"I don’t know what you’re implying," she said, her voice trembling with both fear and defiance. “Let go of me, or I’ll call the police.”
She twisted her wrist, trying to free herself from his iron grip, but he held on tight. The pain from his hold brought sweat to her brow.
The manager, panic-stricken, shouted at her, “Layla Young, how dare you!”
Samuel sneered, his eyes burning with anger. “Layla Young? You think changing your name and hiding your past will fool anyone?”
At that moment, the lobby supervisor, the same waitress who had asked Ciara to cover her shift, hurried over but froze in fear at the scene unfolding.
Ciara felt her world collapse. She was just two days away from receiving her first paycheck. Now, everything was slipping away again. Her voice cracked as she cried out, “Why can’t you just leave me alone? Why?!”
Her frustration and anger overwhelmed her, and in a desperate move, she leaned in and bit down on Samuel’s arm. His grip loosened just enough for her to yank her wrist free.
Without looking back, Ciara fled. She knew she couldn’t fight him, so she ran with all her might. By the time Samuel regained his composure, she had already darted out of the restaurant and jumped onto a passing bus. She got off after a few stops, her heart pounding in her chest.
As she walked along the sidewalk, tears welled up and spilled over uncontrollably. Her thoughts spiraled—she had gone to prison, lost her mother, and now, her one chance at starting over was being ripped away by this man. What kind of monster was he? Why was he so intent on destroying her life?
She cried until her stomach ached, then doubled over on the roadside, retching. But all that came up was green bile; she hadn’t eaten all day.
A passing woman, noticing her distress, gently patted her on the back. “Are you experiencing early pregnancy symptoms?”
“Pregnant?” Ciara’s eyes widened in shock. She had been feeling nauseous lately but hadn’t considered that possibility. Now, the woman’s words hit her like a ton of bricks—it had been over a month since that night.
In a panic, she rushed to the nearest hospital. She had just enough money for a urine test. After what felt like an eternity, the doctor returned with the results.
“You’re pregnant,” the doctor said, almost dismissively.
Ciara’s world spun. “No, that can’t be…”
The doctor, unfazed, simply replied, “You can opt for an abortion,” before turning to call in the next patient.
Ciara stumbled out of the office and collapsed onto a bench in the hallway, utterly lost.
“Don’t cry…Don’t cry, wipe tears,” a tiny, babbling voice broke through her thoughts. She looked up to see a toddler standing in front of her, trying to wipe away her tears with chubby little hands.
The child’s innocent gesture softened something deep inside Ciara. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.
A young mother, smiling apologetically, approached and took the little girl’s hand. “Sorry, she’s very affectionate.”
“No need to apologize. She’s wonderful,” Ciara managed to say, watching as the mother and daughter walked away. A pang of longing tugged at her heart as she placed a hand on her stomach. This child was now her only family, her only tie to a world that had given her nothing but pain.
The next morning, clutching to a fragile hope, Ciara made her way back to the prison, desperately seeking out the one person who had shown her kindness in those dark days—Mary Summer. “Please, can I see Aunt Mary?” she pleaded with the guard.
The guard shook his head. “Mary Summer was released over a month ago.”
“What?” Ciara’s heart sank.
“You’re Ciara Summers, right?” the guard asked.
She nodded, too stunned to speak.
“Mary left a number for you when she got out. I tried to catch you that day, but you didn’t hear me.” He handed her a slip of paper with a phone number scrawled on it.
“Thank you,” she whispered, clutching the paper as if it were a lifeline.
Two hours later, Ciara found herself in the VIP ward of South City’s most exclusive hospital, standing before Mary’s bed. The older woman lay there, frail and elegant, her once-vibrant hair now a soft gray.
“Aunt Mary?” Ciara called softly.
Mary slowly opened her eyes, a weak smile spreading across her face as she saw who it was. “Ciara, you’re here at last. I’ve been waiting to see you.”
“I’m here,” Ciara replied, forcing a smile. She knew Mary’s son must have arranged for her early release from prison. It all made sense now—why they’d let her go so easily. But how could she, a penniless ex-convict, even think of asking for help from someone like Mary?
As Mary spoke, Ciara wrestled with herself, her pride fighting against her desperation. Finally, she whispered, “Aunt Mary, I hate to ask you this, but I’m in trouble. I need a loan…”
“How much do you need?” a voice cut in from behind her, one she recognized all too well. Ciara’s heart nearly stopped as she turned around to see who had spoken.
It was him.
Ciara never imagined she would see Samuel here, especially not like this. When she turned around, the shock on her face was unmistakable.Samuel leaned casually against the doorway, his expression unreadable, yet his tone was smooth as velvet. “You could’ve come to me if you needed help,” he said, his voice deceptively warm. “Why drag my mother into this?”Ciara was taken aback, her mind racing to catch up. Before she could form a reply, Samuel’s grip tightened around her arm, and without waiting for her consent, he began leading her out of the room.From behind, Mary’s voice echoed softly, filled with warmth. “Samuel, be good to Ciara. Make her happy.”Samuel only gave a brief nod as he shut the door behind them, his grip on Ciara’s arm unrelenting as they walked down the long hospital corridor. The moment they reached a secluded corner, his demeanor shifted. The kindness vanished, replaced by something far colder. Without warning, he shoved her against the wall, his hand coming up t
Ruby’s expression turned serious as she listened to Linda’s worries. “Calm down, Linda,” she said firmly. “You’ve done everything right so far. As long as you stick to the plan, Samuel won’t suspect a thing.”“But, Mom, what if he already knows?” Linda’s voice quivered. “He didn’t even bother to come. What if he’s planning something?”Ruby reached out, gripping Linda’s hand tightly. “You’re overthinking it, Linda. Samuel believes it was you that night because we made sure of it. Every detail matched—thanks to Ciara's letter.”Linda nodded slowly, trying to steady her nerves. “But what if I slip up? He’s bound to figure it out eventually.”“That’s why you must be cautious,” Ruby warned. “Remember every word from that letter. That night is your story now. Own it.”Linda swallowed hard, fear still lingering in her eyes. “But why would he marry me just because of that night?”“Samuel is a man of pride,” Ruby explained. “He can’t afford a scandal, especially with someone like you. And you
Samuel walked into the bathroom, turned on the cold shower, and let the icy water hit him. Ciara, meanwhile, was curled up on the bed in the second bedroom, hugging her legs and berating herself. Why hadn’t she reacted more strongly to his embrace?“Do you really want to marry into a wealthy family, Ciara Summers?” she thought. “You’re so shameless. Samuel was clearly repulsed. How could he be interested in someone just out of prison and pregnant?”Her restless night was filled with self-reproach. She woke up early the next morning and found the living room empty. She quickly wrote a note on a piece of paper with her strong, neat handwriting: “Please excuse me, Mr. Fury. I assumed you wouldn’t return, and I’m sorry for using your bathroom. I’ll pretend nothing happened, and I hope you will too.”After leaving the note, Ciara went to the hospital to visit Mary. She hadn’t seen the housekeeper that morning, realizing that Mary had made arrangements for her and Samuel to spend the night
Ciara stood frozen, feeling a surge of anger at Linda’s insult. She wanted to lash out, but the thought of harming her unborn child made her hesitate. Instead, she forced a smile and said, “Are you interested in discussing such matters?”Linda scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. “I’m just worried about you catching diseases. You might ruin the atmosphere in my home.”“Then why invite me here and insist I stay for dinner? Seems like you’re quite interested in this kind of conversation,” Ciara replied coolly, her words stirring irritation among the Luscious family.Samuel’s gaze, sharp and cold, was fixed on Ciara. After a tense moment, he grabbed his keys, stood up, and walked out.“Darling Samuel, are you upset?” Linda called after him.“If you continue associating with people like this, I’ll reconsider our engagement and compensate you,” Samuel said coldly, not bothering to look back.“I understand, Darling Samuel. But it’s not worth it to be angry at this woman. Let me see you
Upon hearing the news, Ciara’s heart sank with despair. Samuel and she were supposed to be married, yet they felt like strangers. Now, Samuel was about to be engaged to her enemy—Linda.Her sorrow was compounded by the fact that she still didn’t know the cause of her mother’s death. She wanted to investigate but had neither the money to travel home nor the means to support herself and her child. All she could do was endure.Ruby, brimming with excitement, rushed to Colt. “Colt, is it true? Samuel and Linda are getting engaged? Did both families have a formal meeting first? Are Samuel’s grandfather and father okay with Linda, even though she’s adopted?”The mention of “adopted” deepened Ciara’s anguish. Linda and Ciara had been raised in the Luscious family, but while Linda was treated like a precious gem from the start, Ciara had been a foster child. She was taken there by her mother. however, she came back to get her Three years after puting her in foster care. But, a year later, her
Ciara was taken aback. It suddenly hit her that today was Samuel and Linda’s engagement party. She had heard Colt mention it the day before when she returned the money to the Luscious family.Linda, dressed in a stunning wedding gown with a diamond necklace and earrings, and a flower crown, looked like an angel. Compared to her, Ciara felt out of place. She was dressed in a white blouse covered in cinder block dust and a black skirt marred with scratches and lint.Ciara wondered why Samuel had invited her, making her feel foolish. A wave of anger surged within her. She faced Linda with a calm yet sad expression. “What am I doing here?”“You!” Linda snapped. “Ciara Summers, how dare you show up like this! Today is my engagement party with Samuel! You’re dirty and limping. Did you come here to ruin everything? Get out!”Linda’s engagement party was important to her. Samuel wasn’t fond of attention, so the party was kept low-key. The Luscious family found out only after her father asked
The woman before Samuel had shed her worn pencil skirt and white blouse, transforming into a striking figure in a wedding dress and crystal heels. The heels, standing ten centimeters high, accentuated her already long legs and added to her imposing height of 170 centimeters. Although she had changed clothes, she hadn’t yet applied any makeup.Without makeup, Ciara’s natural, aloof beauty was striking. The wedding dress only enhanced her effortless elegance, as if she was untouched by the world. She met Samuel’s gaze with a blend of innocence and detachment, remaining silent.Samuel’s irritation flared unexpectedly. “What were you doing this morning? Do you realize you almost ruined my event?”Ciara responded with a direct question, “Is this our wedding?” She added quietly to herself, “I don’t need this wedding, and neither do you. You’re marrying Linda in two months. Holding this wedding now, in front of the Luscious family, would only make me their enemy.”Samuel’s frustration grew a
Even though Ciara wanted to feel terrible, the joy on Mary’s face was enough to quell whatever ill feeling she might be getting. They would share a few light drinks before Mary returns to the hospital.“Don’t think all is well now,” Samuel whispered into Ciara’s ear. His voice was very cold, and he probably mistook the smile on Ciara’s face for acceptance; she was merely trying to sustain Mary’s happiness.Ciara’s comeback retort was just on the tip of her finger when Mary voice filtered to her ears. “Come darling, let us take some pictures. It might be the first and only family picture we would have.”“Mom, please do not sound that way,” Ciara started to say, but Mary waved her off.Ciara and Samuel stood behind Mary. They did not even realize that Mary had hired a private photographer. When Mary saw the surprise on both the faces of Ciara and Mary, she giggled like a happy teenager and said, “You did not think that a wedding would hold between you two and I would allow this moment b