WILLOWI watched as the clock on the wall ticked closer to midnight, my heart pounding in my chest. Lucas was late again. He had been coming home later and later these past few weeks, leaving me alone in our opulent mansion. Tonight, I couldn't bear it any longer. The worry and frustration boiled within me, threatening to spill over.As the clock ticked away, each passing second intensified my fury. As the door swung open, Lucas entered the room with a demeanor that exuded arrogance, igniting fiery anger within me. Our eyes locked, and in that fleeting instant, a hint of remorse flashed across his face. However, it swiftly vanished, replaced by a disdainful stare that ignited a surge of boiling rage within me.I jumped to my feet, anger fueling my words. "Lucas, where have you been? I've been waiting for hours! I want us to talk!” Lucas casually shrugged his shoulders, assuming a relaxed posture as he settled into the chair opposite me. "What is there really to discuss, Willow? I lea
The evening sun cast its gentle glow as Harper Davis settled into her living room, eagerly anticipating Rachel Hill's arrival. This long-awaited rendezvous had been the subject of Harper's anticipation for weeks, and with its realization, she struggled to contain her boundless enthusiasm.Moments later, Rachel entered, her luscious red locks effortlessly gathered in a carefree ponytail. "Hey, Harper," she uttered, her countenance beaming as she stepped into the villa.Rising from her perch, Harper traversed the space, closing the gap between them. "I am really grateful that you graced me with your presence, Rachel," she expressed, tenderly clasping her hand. "An ardent desire to talk with you has consumed my very being."Rachel recoiled slightly, her discomfort palpable. "Is something happening?" she inquired, assuming a position on the divan.Harper seated herself beside Rachel, drawing nearer to her. In hushed tones, she divulged, "My concerns always revolve around Willow. I cannot
WILLOWI awoke this morning with a sense of unease permeating my being. A vague intuition hinted at an unsettling reality, yet its nature eluded my grasp. Dismissing these fleeting thoughts, I rose from my slumber, ready to do my day ahead.Following a brisk shower, a message from my mother-in-law, Harper Davis, appeared on my phone screen. She offered an unexpected invitation, specifying a designated meeting point for the evening. Although surprised by this sudden request, I understood the significance of gaining Harper's favor. My husband, Lucas, always emphasized the importance of securing his mother's approval, particularly within the framework of his family's business affairs. So whether I like it or not, I should go where my mother-in-law wants me to.Anticipating Lucas's return home to bid him farewell, I found him, as usual, engrossed in his work at the office. Unwilling to delay any longer, I resolved to proceed without his presence. Hailing a cab, I relayed the specified loc
WILLOWI found myself floating in an expansive, illuminated expanse, surrounded by an unending staircase that ascended towards a colossal metal portal. My heart throbbed vigorously within my chest as I struggled to recollect how I arrived at this place. The final recollection etched in my mind was of Harper Davis and an unfamiliar woman killing me. Though I perceived it as a dream, the realism of this encounter surpassed any previous encounter.Gazing downward at my ethereal form, astonishment overcame me as I observed a gentle luminescence emanating from within. It was as if I emitted a distinct aura. Tears cascaded down my face as the realization dawned upon me—I am dead. I’m here in heaven. Or, is this really heaven? I don’t know. Regrettably, I hadn't been granted the opportunity to bid farewell to those I cherished.A sardonic chuckle escaped my lips, resonating with the harshness of my ill fate, and subsequently, an overwhelming burden fell upon me, causing my emotions to spira
WILLOW Present Everything was real. I knew Harper and the mysterious woman had murdered me. They are to blame for my death. But God still loves me. God didn't abandon me. All I have to do is take responsibility and find ways to prove that they killed me. That I had already died and been reborn by God. For now, I need to act like I don't know what will happen in my future. I need to act innocent to know the culprit behind my death. Nobody would believe me if I told them what happened to me, I'm sure. Even my family, mostly my husband. Worst case scenario, they'll label me insane. I need to find evidence that the incident happened. I'm not going to squander God’s trust in me. This time, I'm prepared. I need to be stronger than before! I took a deep breath and went downstairs. This day should be a normal day for me. I saw my husband, Lucas, sitting in his office chair on the ground floor. He is engrossed in his work as usual. Should I tell my husband what happened to me? No. He won’
WILLOW "You think I can't find someone better than you?" I scoffed, my voice dripping with defiance. "Someone who actually values me for who I am, rather than treating me like a disposable object? I refuse to believe that, Lucas! You’ll see!” He leaned in, his eyes narrowing with a mix of arrogance and superiority. "You're delusional if you think anyone would want you, Willow," he sneered. "You don't fit in with my family because you don't even try. You've always been an outsider, and it's your own fault." I clenched my fists, my voice trembling with a blend of anger and hurt. "Don't you dare blame me for your family's disdain," I shot back, my words biting through the air. My rage is starting to get back, especially knowing his mother killed me. "Your mother, Harper, has never accepted me! Tiffany and Brittany have always treated me with contempt. Ethan treats me like a servant. How can I fit in when they've made it clear they don't want me?" Lucas shook his head, dismissing my w
WILLOW The next day. “Willow, here’s money. I don’t want you to think that I deprived my trophy wife money that she needs. Go out and have fun,” Lucas smirked at me as he was ready to go to the office. I know this is the right time to pretend, so Lucas won’t know I am planning something. “Thanks for the offer. But I am not feeling well today. I have a stomach ache. I might just stay here in the house for a while. Don’t bother,” And I put on an act. Lucas seemed to believe me and he shrugged his shoulders. “Alright, then,” But the truth is, I am going to follow my husband today. So before 5 p.m, I went out and went to his company. I am going to check my husband’s whereabouts. I have a bad feeling about it. So as I sat in the car, waiting for Lucas's arrival, my heart pounded with nervous anticipation. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow over the empty parking lot. It was now 5 p.m., the end of office hours, and I knew that Lucas would soon emerge from the
WILLOW "I... I'm just following my husband," I stammered, my voice trembling with a mix of anxiety and defiance. I tried to maintain my composure, but the weight of their judgment pressed upon me, threatening to break my resolve. A cold smile curved the receptionist's lips as she retorted, "Following your husband, are you? And what makes you think you have the right to waltz into a place like this?" I felt a surge of anger rise within me, fueled by the injustice of their assumptions. I straightened my posture, summoning the courage to defend myself against their baseless judgments. "I may not be rich or have the pedigree that you desire, but I am married to Lucas Davis!” I declared, my voice gaining strength as I fought back against their prejudice. "You may not believe it, but the truth remains. I have every right to be here!” Laughter echoed through the lobby as the receptionist scoffed, her words dripping with venom. "Married to Lucas Davis? Please, spare us the fiction! You ar
So the two of them stepped out of the bar, he couldn't contain his excitement. He was determined to make Sarah his, consequences be damned. He led her to his newest sports car, a sleek and shiny machine that screamed luxury."Wow, is this your car, Lucas?" Sarah asked, her eyes wide with awe.Lucas smirked, loving the way she looked at him. "Of course. I have a collection of sports cars in my villa," he boasted, opening the car door for her.Sarah climbed into the passenger seat, impressed by Lucas's display of wealth and power. As they drove towards her place, Lucas couldn't help but try to impress her even more."So, Sarah, tell me about your family. What do they do in life?" Lucas asked, trying to steer the conversation away from his own deception.Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal. "My parents are in marketing, and many more," she replied finally. "They are constantly moving from town to another town because of business.”Lucas raised an eyebrow, intrigued
"I couldn't help but notice you from across the room. You look absolutely stunning in that emerald dress. I’m not gonna lie, when I tell you that,”Sarah smiled politely, but there was a hint of skepticism in her eyes. "Thank you," she replied. "And let me just say, you have the most captivating smile I've ever seen." He said, extending his hands.Sarah chuckled softly. "You certainly know how to lay on the charm, don't you?"Lucas grinned, feeling emboldened by her response. "I like to think I have a way with words. So, what brings a beautiful woman like you to a place like this?"He couldn't resist the urge to show off. He casually mentioned his successful businesses, subtly hinting at his wealth and success. "I own a few businesses myself," he said casually. "Nothing too fancy, just a few million-dollar ventures here and there."Sarah raised an eyebrow, impressed despite herself. "That's quite impressive. It must keep you busy?”He shrugged nonchalantly. "It does, but I always mak
The luxury high-end bar was highly recommendable in the town, with its glittering chandeliers, plush velvet couches, and marble-topped tables. Soft jazz music played in the background, creating a sophisticated ambiance. The place was bustling with well-dressed patrons, sipping on expensive cocktails and enjoying the vibrant atmosphere.And inside of the place, Lucas Davis sat at the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, a smirk on his face. Despite being engaged, he was determined to enjoy his night out and relish in the attention of others. He was known as the "life of the party,". He took a sip of his drink, Lucas's eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene around him. He saw his "friends," the sons of wealthy businessmen, approaching him with smiles on their faces."Lucas! You're here too! What the hell, man!" one of them exclaimed, clapping him on the back."Of course, I'm here. I'm everywhere," He replied with a cocky grin, reveling in the attention."But I heard you were very busy
Lucas Davis was seething with anger. His face was red, and his hands trembled with frustration as he paced back and forth in his office. Harper watched him with a smirk, enjoying his display of rage."I can't believe that old man, mom! Imagine that? He wasted my time! My time is too precious just to be wasted! How dare he decline us? They're the ones who set up an appointment with us! They're the ones who need us!" He shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.His mother chuckled wickedly. "Yes, the nerve of him! I can't believe William declined us. Well, he hasn't declined yet, he told us he'll think twice.""The nerve of him! Doesn't that old guy know who we are? We're billionaires! Everyone wants to get a partnership with me!" Lucas roared, his fists clenched in fury.Harper stood up, her eyes flashing with malice. "Hey, calm down, Lucas. We need to be strategic about this. You can't let our emotions control you!”Lucas glared at her. "I am calm, Mom! I just can't stand it when some
Finally, after like the end of the world, William and his wife got back home. The heavy feeling of the day seemed to hang heavy on his shoulders. He sank onto the sofa, feeling drained and stressed from the encounter with Lucas Davis and his mother.“Ahh! So tired!” He complained while massaging his neck.His wife watched him closely, her expression unreadable. "So, have you decided, William?" she asked, her voice tense.He rubbed his temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. "I can't decide yet, Cindy. We just got home, please, not now." he replied, his tone weary.Cindy's face tightened at his response. She, too, was exhausted, but she knew they needed to make a decision soon. "I'm exhausted too! It's Not just you! But you need to decide soon. If you manage to sign the deal with Lucas Davis, then your mother will let you support your long-lost children," she reminded him, pretending to care for his children."I know that, Cindy!" William snapped, his patience wearing thin. "But
He can't help but chuckle bitterly. Now, he finally understood. His mother and Harper Davis have the same evil personality.They would do everything just for their gain. They're just both evil."You hate Harper, but you aren't aware that you're just the same as her, mom.”"How dare you compare me to that woman?!" she seethed, her voice sharp with indignation. "I would never stoop to her level!"His own frustration bubbling to the surface. "You're both willing to manipulate and use anyone, even your own family, to get what you want. How is that any different? You may not see it, but your actions speak otherwise. Using my children as pawns in your games is just as ruthless as anything Harper Davis would do!”His mother's eyes flashed with fury. "I've only ever wanted what's best for you and your children! How can you accuse me of such things? Why can’t you understand me, huh? Are we going to fight forever, William?”"Because it's true, mom! You blackmailed me, you used my children as le
They left the meeting room and went inside the elevator. After the doors closed, the tension among them was palpable. His mother's face was flushed with anger, and his wife's expression was a mix of frustration and disappointment."William, this is madness! How could you let this opportunity slip away? We could have had a deal with the Davis family!" his mother berated him, her voice echoing in the confined space.His wife chimed in, her tone sharp with accusation. "Yeah, I can't believe you! You had the chance to secure a partnership with one of the most influential families in the business world, and you just let it go!"He tried to defend his decision. "I couldn't agree to the deal without knowing all the details. I need to be sure it's the right move for our company."His mother scoffed, clearly unimpressed. "Details? What details? Lucas Davis offered us a golden opportunity, and you threw it away because of your stubbornness!""You never listen to anyone, do you?" Cindy looks ver
Lucas Davis entered the room with a casual swagger, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement. He was well aware of the tension in the air, but it didn't seem to faze him in the slightest."Ohh, we have guests today! Mr. Reign, my apologies for the delay. Business calls, you know how it is," Lucas said with a dismissive wave of his hand, as if being late was a minor inconvenience.William felt a surge of irritation. "I understand that, Mr. Davis. However, being punctual is a sign of respect. It shows that you value the other person's time," he replied, his tone firm.Lucas chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Respect, Mr. Reign? In the world of business, respect is earned, not given. And I'm sure you'll agree, I've earned my fair share."He gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure. He could feel his wife’s hand on his arm, a silent reminder to stay calm."I'm here to discuss a potential partnership between our companies, Mr. Davis. However, I must insist on professi
He can feel the tension in the room was palpable. Cindy and his mother were fidgeting in their seats, exchanging excited whispers, while he sat back, trying to remain composed."Why are you both so excited?" He asked again, his tone more insistent this time.His wife gave him an exasperated look. "Dear, are you stupid or what? Don't you understand? This meeting could change everything for us. The Davis family is a huge opportunity for our business," she explained, her eyes shining with anticipation."But what if it's not what we expect? What if it's a trap?" He countered, his skepticism evident.His mother chimed in, her voice stern. "William, stop being so negative. I’m sick and tired of you, son! We have to be optimistic about this. Besides, Lucas Davis is a brilliant businessman. We could learn a lot from him!”He sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this argument. He leaned back in his chair, resigned to the fact that he would have to go through with the meeting, whether he liked it or