The grand ballroom of the Caldwell Estate glittered under the glow of crystal chandeliers, and the air was thick with the scent of champagne, designer perfumes, and the murmur of high society.
Everywhere she looked, Sarah Miller saw faces turned not to her, but to the dazzling figure just steps ahead.
Victoria Reed, the girl everyone believed was Eleanor and Richard Caldwell's daughter, moved through the crowd with the ease of someone who knew she belonged.
Her dress, a sleek midnight blue silk that fit her like it was made for her alone, shimmered with every step.
The Caldwell name was attached to her life, to her past, to her future, or at least, it had been until three months ago.
In stark contrast, Sarah stood beside her countryside mother, Mary, in a modest cream colored dress that felt wrong against the opulence surrounding her.
The dress was too simple, too plain, a stark reminder that she’d only just learned to navigate the chaos of a city’s department store, let alone the high fashion world of the Caldwell family. Still, she was here, however out of place she felt.
She was here because, against everything she knew to be true, she was their daughter. Or rather, she was the "other daughter," the one who had lived eighteen years on borrowed time.
Mary’s hand squeezed hers, and Sarah felt the weight of her mother’s words. “You don’t have to be here.”
The ache in Mary’s voice echoed in Sarah’s chest. She knew her mother meant it with every fiber of her being. And yet, she couldn't leave. Not tonight, when she needed to show everyone, even herself, that she was more than just a misplaced pawn in someone else’s life.
“Mom, I’m okay,” Sarah whispered back, though she wasn’t sure if it was true.
Her gaze lingered on Victoria, watching as her “sister” laughed, tossing her dark hair over her shoulder, all the while ignoring Sarah as if she were no more than a shadow.
Sarah’s stomach tightened. She knew what the people around her were thinking, the whispers that trailed through the crowd like smoke,
"Why couldn’t they have just left the poor girl where she was?"
"Why disrupt everyone’s lives for this awkward country girl?"
For the last three months, Sarah had heard every cutting remark, every sideways glance, every word of pity mingled with disdain.
The city, with its lights and high rises, had felt like an alien world, and the Caldwell mansion was no different. It wasn’t home, not to her.
Her heart still yearned for the winding country roads, the little house she’d grown up in, the small joys of her old life.
She looked down at her shoes, scuffed at the toes, and a pang of shame stabbed at her.
She could feel the eyes of the crowd, judging her, comparing her to the flawless socialite only a few feet away.
“Oh, Victoria is so charming, isn’t she?” someone said near her, loud enough for Sarah to hear. “What a shame this… this mix up had to happen. It’s so disruptive.”
Sarah bit the inside of her cheek, the words hitting like stones.
She wanted to disappear, to slip into the shadows of the grand room and pretend she wasn’t there. But she didn’t move. She stood, her chin up, a quiet defiance settling within her. She wouldn’t let them see her break.
Victoria’s laughter rang out again, clear and musical, drawing every eye.
She glanced in Sarah’s direction, her smile briefly tightening. For a split second, Sarah thought she saw something dark pass across her sister’s face, a flicker of anger, or perhaps disdain. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by a smile so dazzling it seemed impossible to question.
“Welcome, everyone!” Victoria’s voice silenced the murmurs, commanding attention as she raised her champagne glass. “Tonight is about celebrating family,” she declared, her gaze flicking to Sarah with a calculated warmth that barely masked the glint in her eye. “Family is everything to us Caldwells, isn’t it?”
A wave of murmured agreement rippled through the crowd.
Sarah’s chest tightened, she could feel the weight of the gazes around her, sizing her up, wondering if she’d somehow turn out to be worthy of the family’s name.
As Victoria continued her speech, Sarah caught sight of Richard and Eleanor Caldwell, watching her from the edge of the room.
Eleanor’s mouth was drawn tight, her expression unreadable, but her eyes were locked on Sarah.
Was it curiosity?
Disappointment?
Sarah couldn’t tell, and the uncertainty gnawed at her.
Her adoptive mother’s voice cut into her thoughts. “Sarah, we can leave if this is too much.”
Mary’s hand tightened, grounding her.
They will never truly understand me, Sarah thought, but then she met her mother’s eyes, and she knew that someone here did.
Mary, who had loved her when no one else had, would always understand.
“No, Mom,” Sarah said softly. “I’m staying. I have to.”
Across the room, Victoria’s speech ended, and she handed her glass to a waiter, her eyes cutting through the crowd until they landed on Sarah. With a saccharine smile, she started toward her, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.
The chatter in the room dimmed as everyone watched Victoria’s approach.
“Sarah,” Victoria greeted, her voice as smooth as honey. She leaned in, lips curving into a whisper only Sarah could hear. “Enjoying the party? I hope it’s not too much for you.” She paused, her voice turning cool. “I know this is all very new to you.”
Sarah’s pulse quickened, but she forced a calm smile. “Thank you, Victoria. It’s… a lot to take in.”
Victoria raised an eyebrow, the faintest smirk playing on her lips. “Yes, well, some things aren’t meant for everyone to take on, are they?” Her gaze dipped briefly to Sarah’s dress, and Sarah could practically feel the judgment prickling her skin.
Before she could respond, Victoria turned back to the crowd, her charm back on display. But the words had hit their mark, lodging themselves like barbs in Sarah’s mind.
She clenched her fists, the fabric of her dress twisting beneath her fingers as she fought to hold herself steady.
As Victoria swept away, drawing everyone’s attention with her, Sarah let out a shaky breath.
She’d known tonight would be difficult, but she hadn’t expected it to feel this...
Every part of her ached to run, to return to the simple life she knew, but she forced herself to remain still.
The voices of the guests blurred around her, but she could make out fragments, whispers of her name, and the phrase she was coming to dread, the other daughter.
The Caldwell mansion was a vast estate filled with secrets, and tonight, Sarah felt like an intruder in its endless halls.She hadn’t meant to stumble upon the Caldwell family archives, she was only searching for a quiet space away from the prying eyes of staff and, especially, Victoria. But the narrow door she opened in the library led to a winding staircase, and curiosity drew her down into a dim, chilly basement room.Shelves stretched along the walls, filled with family history, photo albums, news clippings, and stacks of papers yellowed with age.Sarah ran her fingers over the smooth leather covers of albums and cases.She wondered if anyone had been down here in years.After flipping through a few albums and faded letters, she found a folder of news clippings that caught her eye.These were not the grand, society pages that celebrated family philanthropy or prestigious achievements. These articles covered... scandal.The faded clippings bore headlines that seemed at odds with th
Few days later, Eleanor Caldwell’s footsteps echoed sharply against the marble floor of her study as she paced, her anger spiraling.She tightened her grip on her phone, unable to tear her eyes from the blaring headlines that flashed accusations, mockery, and speculation with every scroll."Socialite Scandal: Victoria Caldwell’s Secret Fling Caught on Camera!""Perfect Heiress or Perfect Disaster? Victoria Caldwell’s Latest Entanglement Raises Eyebrows"The photographs left little to the imagination, Victoria, in a sleek dress, entwined with a man unmistakably familiar to those who kept tabs on high society romances.Victoria's ex boyfriend, a notorious playboy with an appetite for risk, and an unrepentant grin on his face.They were pictured just outside a bar, oblivious to the camera’s gaze, Victoria’s hand resting on his chest, the implication clear.It was an unforgivable slip, one Eleanor knew could easily incite even the family’s closest allies to pull back, or worse, to whisper
Eleanor and Richard Caldwell read through the impeccably printed letter resting on the table between them.Gold embossed on ivory paper, it was from the Blake family, the wealthiest and most influential family in the city.Their son, Alexander Blake, though recently confined to a wheelchair, was still hailed as the most eligible bachelor.The letter's formality masked what was truly an opportunity, a marriage proposal that could secure the Caldwells’ reputation, possibly even repair the damage caused by Victoria’s recent scandal.“This could be the answer we’ve been waiting for,” Eleanor murmured, her gaze intense as she scanned the letter for the third time. “It would bring stability to our name. Imagine... the Caldwells united with the Blakes.”Richard, seated across from her, nodded with a sigh of relief.The stress of recent weeks had deepened the lines on his face, and the prospect of finally securing Victoria's future, and the family’s reputation, brought a glimmer of hope to hi
Eleanor hesitated before answering, the slightest crack in her voice betraying a hint of pity. “It’s a lot to ask of her, Richard. She’s only just begun to adjust here.”“Adjust?” he repeated, sounding almost amused. “This is her adjustment. She was born into this life, Eleanor, and maybe… maybe this is her true calling. We owe her parents nothing but gratitude for raising her well. Now, she must learn to fulfill the role she was meant to play.”In the silence that followed, Sarah’s hands shook, her grip on the doorframe tightening as she felt the sting of tears she refused to let fall.Her life, a transaction, a fix to save a family she’d only recently met.She’d known her place here was tenuous, yet hearing it spoken so coldly laid bare the isolation she’d felt ever since stepping into the Caldwell world.Then, Eleanor’s sigh reached her again, softer now, almost resigned. “And what if Sarah refuses?”“She won’t,” Richard said, his tone dismissive, as if he’d never even considered t
The Past.St. Mary’s Hospital was quiet in the early hours, the hum of fluorescent lights echoing through stark white corridors as nurses shuffled from one room to the next.Outside, the first hints of dawn struggled against the heavy clouds, casting a pale glow through the windows.Inside the maternity ward, Nurse Evelyn Harper leaned against the counter, fighting a wave of exhaustion.She had been on her feet for nearly sixteen hours, her second double shift this week, and the weight of it pressed into her bones.She closed her eyes briefly, massaging her temples. Just one more check, she thought.One last round, and then she could rest.The nursery lay behind a large glass window where two tiny newborns, each wrapped in soft pink blankets, slept soundly.A little card with their names and times of birth rested on the foot of each crib.Evelyn glanced at the chart and made her way into the nursery, her steps heavy but practiced.She picked up the baby in the first crib, glancing at
Nights on the mountain were peaceful. Sarah would sit by the window, her face illuminated by candlelight as she read the few books they had at home.They were mostly second hand novels, dog eared and worn, but they were treasures to her.She would press her fingers to the faded words, tracing their outlines as if memorizing every curve, every letter.Her mother, Mary, would come in sometimes, her arms full of firewood, her face tired but warm.“Books are like windows,” Mary would say, patting Sarah’s hand. “Even if you can’t see everything yet, they’ll open up worlds for you someday.”Sarah believed her. She knew they didn’t have much, but somehow, her parents made her feel as if the world was hers to explore.She dreamed big, even though it was hard to imagine a life beyond the mountain.One day, when she was fourteen, she sat with her father by the river that ran through the valley. The afternoon sun cast golden flecks across the water, and they sat in comfortable silence, a picnic
Within moments, the silver haired woman was seated at the kitchen table, a porcelain teacup steaming in her hand.James crouched outside, already working on the Bentley’s engine, while Mary laid out a plate of lemon cake and offered Margaret a warm smile.As they sipped tea, Margaret listened attentively, asking Sarah questions about her life, her interests, and the mountain that seemed to shape her very soul.It wasn’t long before Sarah was showing her a sketchbook she kept hidden in her room, each page filled with designs and delicate patterns she dreamed up in the quiet hours.They were tiny works of art, details of wings and leaves, petals unfurling like secrets she was only just beginning to understand.Margaret flipped through the pages with the same careful attention she’d shown the wire sculptures, nodding thoughtfully.“Sarah,” she said finally, her voice soft but serious, “I believe there is something extraordinary within you. Have you ever heard of jewelry design?”Sarah sh
The crisp morning air was strangely still, as if the whole world was holding its breath.At the Caldwell mansion, sunlight spilled through floor to ceiling windows, casting a cool glow over the marble floors.Eleanor Caldwell sat poised on the edge of an ornate armchair, her knuckles white as she held the envelope in her hands.Across the room, her husband Richard paced in front of the towering stone fireplace, his brow furrowed, his eyes locked on the same envelope he held.Meanwhile, miles away in a quiet farmhouse nestled between rolling hills, Mary Miller stood by the kitchen table, her fingers trembling as she stared at the letter in her hands.James sat beside her, his hand resting atop hers.His face was lined with worry and the strain of sleepless nights, yet his gaze was steady, holding onto the hope that the results in Mary’s hands would only confirm what they had always believed.That Sarah was theirs.But neither household was prepared for the truth written in sterile, unf
Seb took a deep breath as he stepped out of his hospital ward, the cool air of the hallway a stark contrast to the stuffy room he had been confined to for weeks.His body had healed significantly, but there was still an ache in his ribs, a reminder of the reckless choice he had made that day.Yet, despite everything, she had visited him. Just once.At first, he had convinced himself she was just busy, dealing with her own injuries, maybe even shaken up by what had happened. But as the days turned into weeks, he realized the truth, she had chosen not to come.And maybe she was right to.After all, he had nearly cost her life once before. Saving her now didn’t erase that fact.His steps were slow as he made his way down the long corridor toward the exit, each one feeling heavier than the last.The nurses at the front desk gave him small nods, offering polite smiles as he passed, but he barely registered them.His thoughts were elsewhere, tangled between regret and reluctant acceptance.
Cecilia sat stiffly in the waiting area, her nails tapping impatiently against the armrest of the chair.The minutes stretched into an hour, and yet there was no sign of Alexander.She had thought he would at least grant her a short meeting, even if only to scold her. But the silence, the deliberate, deafening silence, was worse than any confrontation.The whispers around her grew louder. Employees who once feared her were now openly staring, some even chuckling as they walked past.The great Cecilia, reduced to waiting like some nobody.Her jaw clenched, and she checked her phone again, nothing. Not a call. Not a message.This is humiliating.Swallowing the lump of pride stuck in her throat, she stood up, straightening her blazer. There was no use waiting any longer. Alexander had made it clear, he had no intentions of seeing her.Lifting her chin, she walked toward the exit, ignoring the murmurs and stares. But deep inside, fury simmered beneath her poised exterior.Fine, Alexander.
Sarah strode toward Alexander’s office with confidence, her heels clicking against the sleek marble floors.The lingering presence of Cecilia downstairs didn’t bother her in the slightest, if anything, it amused her. The once untouchable Cecilia had been reduced to waiting in the lobby, ignored and humiliated.Raven, however, had no interest in whatever was about to unfold between Sarah and Alexander. The moment they reached the executive floor, she casually veered off in the opposite direction. “Yeah, I think I’ll go… anywhere else,” she muttered under her breath, making herself scarce before Sarah could rope her into anything.Sarah smirked, watching her slip away.Typical Raven. She had an uncanny ability to sense incoming drama and dodge it like a seasoned pro.With a soft chuckle, Sarah pushed open the double doors to Alexander’s office without knocking. She never knocked.Inside, Alexander sat behind his massive desk, flipping through documents. He didn’t even look up as he spok
It didn’t take long for whispers to spread through the Blake Group like wildfire.Cecilia, the once untouchable ice queen, was sitting in the waiting area like a rejected employee.The same Cecilia who used to treat people like they were beneath her.The same Cecilia who had once strutted through these halls, turning up her nose at anyone she deemed unworthy of her attention.Employees who had once feared her exchanged amused glances.Some dared to sneak a peek as they passed by, trying to confirm the unbelievable sight with their own eyes.“She’s really just sitting there?”“She hasn’t moved for over an hour.”“What does she think is going to happen? Mr. Blake doesn’t want to see her.”Laughter and hushed conversations buzzed in the air, and soon, the news made its way to Sarah.Sarah raised an eyebrow when Raven relayed the information to her, the corner of her lips twitching in amusement. “Cecilia? Sitting in the lobby? Like an abandoned puppy?”Raven smirked. “She looks pitiful, I
She answered but remained silent, letting Cecilia break first.“You little snake,” Cecilia hissed. “You recorded me?”“What can I say? I like to be prepared,” Victoria replied, feigning innocence. “You were so quick to abandon me, I had to make sure I had a safety net.”“Delete it. Now.”Victoria chuckled, savoring the desperation in Cecilia’s usually controlled voice. “Why would I do that? You’re the one who tried to pin everything on me. Do you think Alexander won’t find out what you did?”“Victoria,” Cecilia's voice dropped into a dangerous whisper. “If you send that to anyone...”“What? You’ll come after me?” Victoria interrupted, her voice hardening. “Like you tried with Sarah? Or will you run, just like you did with Alexander?”Silence stretched between them.“I want a deal,” Victoria continued. “If you want this recording to stay buried, you better make sure Alexander’s focus stays away. I need to clean this up, and you’re going to help me do it.”Cecilia exhaled sharply. “What
Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell sat in their grand living room, confusion etched on their faces as they reread the message from Alexander Blake."You crossed a line. This is the end for you."Mr. Caldwell frowned, his fingers tightening around the phone. "What the hell is this supposed to mean?" he muttered, passing the phone to his wife.Mrs. Caldwell’s brows furrowed as she read the message, her eyes narrowing. "I don’t understand. We haven’t done anything to provoke Alexander."From the corner of the room, Victoria stiffened, her heart pounding violently in her chest.She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay composed. He knows. He had to.She had been careful, or so she thought. But if Alexander had sent this message, it meant one thing, he had figured it out.Her palms grew clammy as her mother looked up and asked, "Victoria, do you have any idea what this is about?"Victoria forced a confused expression, shaking her head. "Me? Why would I?"Mr. Caldwell exhaled sharply. "This is ridicul
Sarah stepped into her office, the scent of fresh lavender lingering in the air.The space was just as she had left it, elegant, minimalist, and filled with sketches and gemstone samples neatly arranged on the shelves.It felt both familiar and foreign after the chaos she had been through.Taking a deep breath, she walked around her desk and settled into her chair. Without missing a beat, she picked up the office phone and pressed the intercom button."Get me all the documents that need my attention. I want everything on my desk within the next five minutes," she said, her voice steady and authoritative.The response came immediately. "Right away, ma'am."As she set the receiver down, Raven plopped onto the couch, stretching her legs over the armrest. She looked around, then raised a brow at Sarah. "So… what exactly am I supposed to do here?"Sarah glanced at her with amusement. "Nothing."Raven blinked. "Nothing?"Sarah shrugged. "Just chill, have fun. Maybe go through my snack drawe
As soon as Alexander’s car rolled up to the Blake Group’s towering headquarters, Sarah took a deep breath.It had been a while since she was last here, and though she was confident in her abilities, she wasn’t looking forward to the inevitable whispers and judgmental stares from certain individuals.Raven pulled up right behind them, swinging off her motorbike in one smooth motion before striding toward them, helmet tucked under her arm.Her sharp eyes scanned the surroundings before she gave Sarah a subtle nod. “Ready?”Sarah exhaled, straightening her shoulders. “Ready.”Alexander, who had been watching her carefully, reached out and gave her fingers a brief squeeze before letting go. “If anything happens, call me. No hesitation.”Sarah rolled her eyes but smiled. “I’ll be fine, Alexander. It’s just work.”His expression remained unreadable, but Sarah knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t happy about this.Still, he didn’t argue further. Instead, he took her chin between his f
The room fell into a heavy silence after Alexander and Sarah left.The only sounds were the rhythmic beeping of Seb’s heart monitor and the occasional shuffle of footsteps outside the hospital corridor.Mrs. Hargrove, who had been quietly assessing the situation, finally turned toward her son, her sharp gaze filled with both concern and disbelief.“Sebastian,” she said in a voice that was deceptively calm. “What exactly is your connection to that girl?”Seb’s lips curled into an exhausted smirk, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes, something unreadable.He shifted slightly, wincing at the pain, before replying, “That girl? You mean Sarah?”Mrs. Hargrove’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Yes. Who is she to you?”Seb let out a slow exhale, staring at the ceiling for a moment before finally answering, “She’s Alexander Blake’s wife.”The silence that followed was deafening.Mrs. Hargrove’s breath hitched.Mr. Hargrove’s eyes darkened.“You mean to tell me,” Mr. Hargrove fin