"How could I have been so blind?" I muttered to myself, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the letter from Elias that had thrown my world into disarray once again.
My thoughts were a jumbled mess, like pieces of a puzzle that I couldn’t quite piece together. The revelation of my pregnancy had already turned my life upside down, but now, it was more than that. Now, I had to grapple with the fact that I might have been wrong about everything—about Elias, about the betrayal, about everything. I hadn’t expected to feel anything when the letter arrived. After all, what could he say now? How could he make up for all the years of lies, the pain, the humiliation? But there was something in his words that had unsettled me. She was framed. That was all he’d said about me. Yet, in those two words, I could feel the weight of something larger, something I hadn’t been able to see before. What if Elias was telling the truth? What if he’d been deceived too? The thought was terrifying. It meant everything I believed in had been wrong. I reached for the envelope again, pulling out the carefully folded letter. His handwriting was neat and urgent. But there was something else I could feel through the paper—guilt, regret. But guilt couldn’t undo the past. Guilt couldn’t bring back the years I’d lost. The doorbell rang, slicing through the silence of my thoughts. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I dragged myself off the bed and walked to the door. When I opened it, I was met with a face I hadn't seen in years. "Jenna," I said, my voice shaky. She stood there, her expression unreadable, but there was a glint in her eyes. "Victoria, I need to talk to you. I’ve found something... something I think you need to see." My heart skipped a beat, my instinct telling me that whatever she had to say would change everything. "What is it?" I asked, my voice suddenly tight. She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her gaze moving quickly around the apartment before resting on me. "You’re not going to believe this," she said, taking a deep breath. "But I think I know who really set you up." My blood ran cold. "What are you talking about? How would you—" "Just listen to me," Jenna interrupted, holding up her hands. "I’ve been looking into the Westbrook finances for the past few weeks. Elias hasn’t been the only one in the dark about what happened with the company. Someone had a hand in orchestrating everything, and it wasn’t just a business partner." My mind raced. Elias had mentioned that there was someone close to him who had betrayed me, but I had dismissed it. Could it really have been someone else? "What are you trying to say, Jenna?" I asked, my voice shaking. She walked over to the small table where I kept my old files and pulled out a folder, handing it to me. "I’ve dug up something, Victoria. Something that links Selene to everything that happened." Selene. My stomach twisted at the name. I had always known there was something off about her, but I’d never suspected her to be behind something so diabolical. I opened the folder, my hands trembling as I scanned the documents inside. Financial records, memos, emails—everything pointed to the same conclusion. Selene had been pulling the strings from the very beginning. She’d manipulated everything. The company’s finances had been embezzled, the blame had been shifted to me, and I had lost everything—my reputation, my marriage, my life. I stared at the papers in disbelief. "How... how is this possible?" Jenna leaned in closer, her voice low. "I know it’s hard to believe, but everything points to her, Victoria. She wanted you gone—out of the picture. And she’s been playing Elias like a puppet the whole time." I felt the ground shift beneath me, my mind struggling to catch up with the weight of the revelation. All those years of blaming Elias, of thinking he had betrayed me, had been a lie. He had been the victim too, just as much as I had. But even as I processed the shock, another wave of uncertainty hit me. Could I ever trust him again? I closed the folder, my hands now cold and stiff. "I don’t know what to believe anymore, Jenna. Everything I thought I knew about Elias, about Selene—it's all... a lie." She placed a hand on my shoulder, her grip firm, and comforting. "I know it’s a lot to take in. But you have to see this for what it is. Selene set you up, and Elias was just as much a victim as you. Now, it’s up to you what happens next." I shook my head, the tears finally coming. "I don’t know if I can forgive him, Jenna. After everything we’ve been through... I don’t even know if I can trust him anymore." "You have to decide what’s best for you," she said softly. "But don’t decide out of anger or fear. You have the power now. You know the truth." I wiped away the tears, taking a deep breath. The truth. It was a word that had never felt so heavy. But now that I knew, what was I supposed to do with it? "Victoria," Jenna added, her voice gentle but urgent. "There’s one more thing you need to know. Selene’s not just playing games with the company. She’s playing with your future. The baby you're carrying? It might be the key to everything." I stared at her, trying to absorb her words. "What do you mean?" "Think about it," Jenna said. "Selene wants the Westbrook empire. She’s been working behind the scenes for years to take control. And now... with your pregnancy, she might see it as her way to solidify her position. Your child might be the one thing she can use to claim the power she’s been after." The air in the room grew thick, the realization settling heavily on me. My child—the one connection I still had to Elias—might also be the key to everything unraveling. It was a terrifying thought. Suddenly, my phone rang, breaking the silence. I looked at the caller ID and froze. It was Elias. I stared at the screen, unsure whether I should answer. But something in me—some flicker of hope—made me press the button. "Victoria," Elias said on the other end, his voice tight, urgent. "We need to talk. You’re not going to believe what I’ve uncovered.”“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” I said, eyeing Elias as he entered the room. His jaw was tense, his eyes darker than I remembered, but there was a flicker of unease beneath his usually impenetrable expression. “I might as well have,” he muttered, running a hand through his thick hair. "We need to talk, Victoria." The last time he had said those words, my life had crumbled into ruins. Still, curiosity—and a gnawing desire for answers—compelled me to stay rooted in place. “Go on then,” I said, folding my arms. “Talk.” He hesitated, his gaze flickering to my stomach. A surge of protectiveness washed over me, and I instinctively placed a hand over the slight curve that marked the life growing inside me. “Selene,” he began, his voice low, “she’s been lying to both of us.” I blinked, the name slicing through the air like a blade. “Your sister?” I asked, incredulous. “What does she have to do with this?” Elias exhaled sharply. “Everything. She orchestrated the embezzleme
"How is she doing this?" Elias muttered under his breath, his fingers flying over the keyboard, eyes fixed on the screen. I stood over his shoulder, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. The evidence I’d hoped for was slipping through our fingers. "I don’t know," I answered quietly, watching the screen as Elias sifted through files, trying to find something that could confirm everything Selene had done. "But she’s been covering her tracks well. Someone’s deleting everything. All the digital traces of the money transfers—gone."Elias clenched his jaw. "She's pulling the strings. I don't know how she’s managing it, but I know it's her. No one else could be this smart." His voice was hard, a bitter edge of anger I hadn't heard in years. The Elias I had once loved—my strong, dependable partner—was starting to emerge again, but with that, came all the frustration, the hurt, the memories of betrayal. I swallowed, trying to keep my emotions in check. "We’re running out of time.
“Run!” Elias hissed, grabbing my hand as the blaring alarm echoed through the dark Westbrook headquarters.I sprinted beside him, my heart racing faster than my feet. The faint red glow of emergency lights flickered along the hallways, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Behind us, the heavy thud of security boots drew closer.“Do you even know where you’re going?” I gasped, struggling to keep up.“Trust me,” he muttered.We darted around a corner and slipped through a side exit that led to the underground garage. The door slammed shut behind us, muffling the sound of the alarms but not the tension crackling between us.Elias pulled me behind a black SUV, pressing his back against the metal. His breath was heavy, his face slick with sweat. I wanted to yell at him, blame him for dragging me into this mess, but now wasn’t the time.The sound of doors bursting open echoed through the garage. Flashlights swept the concrete floor.“They’re coming,” I whispered.Elias’s eyes hardened. “Stay
"You can't confront her, Elias," I said firmly, standing between him and the door. "Selene isn't just your sister—she's a snake with venom that could ruin us both." Elias's jaw tensed, his dark eyes blazing with determination. "I don't have a choice, Victoria. If I let this go, she wins. And I refuse to let her destroy us again." "She's already destroyed enough," I snapped. "If you go to her now, she'll sense your desperation. She'll use it against you, just like she did before." His voice lowered, edged with pain. "And what do you suggest? Sit back while she holds our lives hostage? She's not just after the company anymore—she's after you and our child." The mention of our baby made my chest tighten. I fought to keep my voice steady. "We need a plan, not a reckless showdown. Selene is dangerous because she never fights fair." He took a step closer, his voice softening. "Victoria, I can't let her win. Not this time." I wanted to argue, but the raw emotion in his eyes stopp
"Victoria, you need to see this." Elias's voice was tight with urgency as he held his phone out to me. His brows furrowed, and a muscle ticked in his jaw—a look I’d come to recognize as his prelude to war. I crossed the room, my heart racing. "What is it?" He tapped the screen, bringing up an encrypted email. The subject line alone sent a chill down my spine: Selene Westbrook: Unauthorized Transactions and Shadow Dealings. "Who sent this?" I whispered, scanning the message. "No name, just a signature: X." I narrowed my eyes. "X? That's cryptic." "Whoever this is, they have access to Selene’s financial records," Elias said, his voice hard. "Look at the transfers—massive sums funneled to offshore accounts linked to an organization flagged for illegal activities." I felt the blood drain from my face. "If this gets out, it won't just ruin Selene—it could destroy the entire Westbrook empire." "Good," Elias said through gritted teeth. "She deserves to lose everything." "El
“You can’t trust anyone in this world,” the gravelly voice declared from across the dimly lit room. The speaker, a shadowy figure with a scar running along his temple, leaned forward. His face remained obscured, but his words cut through the tension like a blade. “Not even your family.” Elias’s jaw clenched. “We already know that firsthand. Just give us the evidence.” The man slid a thick envelope across the table. “These are copies of financial transactions linking Selene Westbrook to off-shore accounts and illegal dealings. You’ll also find correspondence with a shadow organization. It’s all there—enough to bury her.” My breath hitched. Selene’s betrayal ran deeper than I had ever imagined. Seeing the proof in front of us made the nightmare we’d lived through feel even more real. “Why are you helping us?” I asked, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. He smirked. “Let’s just say I have my reasons. But I’m not doing this out of charity. There’s a price.” El
"Have you seen the news?" Elias's voice was sharp as he entered my office without knocking.I looked up from my laptop, confusion tightening my brow. "No, why?"He tossed a sleek tablet onto my desk; the screen already lit up with a breaking news headline: Victoria Lancaster: The True Mastermind Behind Westbrook Scandal? Beneath it was a grainy photo of me, taken during one of my rare outings, looking haggard and far from the poised image I once projected.I sucked in a breath. "This... this is ridiculous.""Read the article." His jaw was clenched, and I could see the barely contained fury in his eyes.My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the text. It was a hatchet job, filled with fabricated accusations and twisted half-truths. According to the so-called investigative piece, I had not only embezzled millions but had also orchestrated a plot to ruin Elias's reputation. It painted me as a vindictive mastermind who had used love as a weapon."This is Selene, isn't it?" My voice cra
"Elias, this is madness," I said, pacing the length of his office. "You're walking straight into her trap."He leaned back in his leather chair, a flicker of defiance in his eyes. "You underestimate me, Victoria. Selene's been playing chess, but I’m about to checkmate her.""With what? That secret ledger?" I stopped pacing and glared at him. "You think waltzing into the board meeting with some book of illegal transactions will magically take her down?"Elias stood, his powerful presence filling the room. "It's not just any ledger. It has everything—offshore accounts, fraudulent deals, and even bribes to certain officials. Once the board sees it, Selene's reign is over.""You're too confident." My voice trembled with frustration. "Selene's not some rookie who got lucky. She's cunning and ruthless. What if she already knows about the ledger? What if she has a backup plan?"His jaw clenched. "That's a risk I'm willing to take."I crossed my arms. "Well, I'm not. I can't watch you destroy
“Are you sure about this?” I asked Elias as I adjusted the elegant satin gown, hugging my body. The grand hall was already filled with the city’s elite, all gathered to celebrate the official resurgence of Westbrook Industries. Chandeliers sparkled above us, and the orchestra played softly in the background.Elias turned to me, his blue eyes intense. “I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.” His voice was low, but the sincerity hit me deep.I smoothed my dress nervously. “It’s just... after everything we've been through—”He placed his hand over mine, steadying me. “That’s exactly why tonight is important. You’ve always been the heart of this company, Victoria. It’s time the world knows it.”Before I could respond, the announcer’s voice boomed across the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming Elias Westbrook and Victoria Lancaster to the stage."The applause was thunderous. My heart raced as Elias led me to the center stage. Cameras flashed, capturing
"I still can’t believe you're doing this," Victoria said, her voice edged with disbelief as we rode the elevator to the top floor of Westbrook Industries. "Announcing a philanthropic initiative in our son's name? Elias, the board won't take this lightly."I straightened my tie, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. "They'll take it because it's the right move. And because you're going to help me make them see that."She shook her head with a soft laugh. "You're impossible.""Yet you married me."Her laughter faded, and for a moment, we stood in silence. The weight of everything we’d been through hung between us like a fragile truce. The scars from betrayal and heartbreak hadn’t fully healed, but standing beside her now, I felt stronger—more determined than ever to make things right.When the elevator doors opened, a wave of tension swept over me. The boardroom was already packed. Selene’s former allies sat at the long mahogany table, their faces taut with apprehension and skeptic
"Are you sure about this?" Elias asked as he pulled the car into the long, winding driveway. The towering oak trees on either side seemed to close in on us. "We can turn back if you're not ready."I swallowed the lump in my throat, my fingers twisting nervously in my lap. "No. I need to do this."He reached over, his hand warm and steady on mine. "I'm right here with you."I gave him a grateful smile, though my heart felt like it was doing backflips. The last time I saw my father, we had exchanged harsh words that cut deeper than any wound. Years had passed, and I had told myself I didn't need closure—but now, with a child of my own, everything felt different.Elias parked the car in front of the large, weathered farmhouse. The sight of the familiar porch with its peeling paint and creaky swing tugged at memories I had long buried.The front door opened before we even stepped out of the car. My father stood there, his once-strong frame slightly stooped, but his eyes were still sharp a
“It’s a boy!” the doctor announced with a broad smile as the room filled with the sound of a baby’s strong cry.My breath hitched as tears blurred my vision. Relief, joy, and overwhelming love crashed through me in waves. Elias stood beside me, his hand gripping mine as though it was the only thing grounding him to this earth.“We have a son, Victoria,” he whispered, his voice breaking.I looked up at him, barely able to form words. “He’s here... we did it.”The nurse approached, gently placing the swaddled baby in my arms. His face was red and scrunched, his tiny fingers curled into fists. I couldn't stop staring. He was perfect.“He’s beautiful,” Elias said, his voice thick with emotion.I managed a shaky laugh. “He looks just like you.”Elias let out a breathless chuckle. “Poor kid.”I smiled despite the tears streaming down my face. “He’s lucky, just like I am.”Elias leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead. “No, Victoria. I’m the lucky one. You gave me a second chance.
"Stay with me, Victoria!" Elias's voice cracked as he clutched my hand, his knuckles white with tension.The pain was relentless, like waves crashing through me, each stronger than the last. My breath came in shallow gasps as the paramedics maneuvered the stretcher down the hallway toward the ambulance. Everything was a blur—the flashing red lights, the wail of the siren, and Elias’s voice, fierce and determined, cutting through the chaos."I can't—" I choked, unable to finish as a sharp contraction gripped me."You can," Elias urged, his eyes wild with fear. "You're the strongest person I know. Just hold on."The ambulance doors slammed shut, sealing us inside. The paramedics worked quickly, their voices urgent but steady."Blood pressure's dropping," one of them announced. "We need to stabilize her."Elias's grip on my hand tightened. "Do whatever it takes. Just save them—both of them."I squeezed his hand weakly, trying to reassure him, though I wasn’t sure if I was reassuring myse
"Open it already, Elias," I urged, unable to mask the tension in my voice.Elias’s fingers trembled as he tore open the mysterious envelope that had been left at our doorstep. The elegant black seal on the back hinted at something sinister, and my instincts screamed that whatever was inside would only bring chaos.He pulled out a neatly folded letter. As he read silently, his face darkened, his jaw clenching so tightly I thought he might snap."What does it say?" I demanded.His voice was low, filled with disbelief. "It’s from Selene."I froze. "Selene? What could she possibly have to say after everything she did?"Elias's knuckles turned white as he gripped the letter. "She claims there’s another conspiracy brewing within Westbrook Industries—something even bigger than her betrayal."My heart raced. "Bigger? How is that possible?"He handed me the letter, and I scanned the words quickly. Selene's handwriting was precise, almost too neat for the venomous confession she had penned."El
"Do you think we made the right move?" Elias’s voice was low, almost uncertain—a rare sound coming from a man who always exuded confidence.I glanced at him, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the microphone in front of me. The press conference room was filled with journalists, cameras clicking furiously as they captured every expression on our faces. The Westbrook family name was plastered all over the headlines, and not in a flattering way."You know we had no choice," I said firmly. "Transparency is the only way out of this mess."Elias’s jaw clenched as he scanned the restless crowd. "I just don't want you dragged through this chaos again, Victoria. You've been through enough because of me."I met his gaze, holding it steady. "I'm not going anywhere, Elias. We face this together."Before he could respond, the moderator signaled that it was time to start. Elias nodded, his shoulders squaring as he stood beside me."Ladies and gentlemen," Elias began, his deep voice cutting
"Selene, think this through!" I shouted, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay calm. The papers in her hand fluttered as she paced near the fireplace, her eyes wild with desperation. "Burning those documents won't fix anything."Her lips curled into a twisted smile. "You think I care about fixing this mess, Victoria? All I want is to make sure no one wins if I can't have it all."Elias stepped forward, his voice steady and commanding. "Selene, drop the papers. We can fix this without anyone else getting hurt."Selene laughed bitterly, waving the documents in the air like a victory flag. "Oh, brother, always the hero. But you're too late." Her gaze flickered between us, calculating. "You've already ruined me by siding with her."I clenched my fists. "This isn't about sides—it's about the truth. You've manipulated Elias, destroyed our marriage, and nearly took down Westbrook Industries. Enough is enough."Her expression darkened. "You don't know the half of it." She jabbed
"Stay close to me," Elias whispered, his voice low and urgent as we crept through the dimly lit hallway. The faint scent of damp concrete clung to the air, and the tension was palpable. Armed security agents moved ahead of us, their steps swift and calculated. My heart raced, the adrenaline making every sound sharper, every shadow more ominous."I'm not going anywhere without you," I whispered back, gripping his hand tightly. The thought of losing him in this chaos was unbearable.We reached the main door to the vast underground lair Selene had been using to conduct her schemes. The lead agent gave a silent signal, and two men moved to flank the entrance. The rest of us stood ready, nerves stretched taut.Elias's jaw was clenched, his eyes cold and focused. "We end this tonight."The door burst open with a deafening crash. Chaos erupted as armed men on Selene's side fired shots. We ducked behind a thick metal barrier as bullets ricocheted off the walls."Stay down!" Elias ordered, shi