Dorothy gasped as she stared at herself. These were Stefan's clothes? That meant the second wardrobe in the room belonged to Stefan, and by extension, she shared a room with him. Her palm flew to her mouth at the realization.
"I thought the room was mine," she mumbled. But as she spoke, Stefan's gaze grew even darker.
Dorothy sighed, feeling sad at the thought of giving up the comfortable clothes while silently cursing herself for messing up again. She had just married a grumpy, disabled man, accidentally wore his clothes, and now he looked even more displeased with her.
"I'm really sorry. I'll take it off, dry clean it, and put it back," Dorothy said, turning to leave. But Griffin stepped forward, stopping her.
"Mr. Stefan wants you to burn the clothes as well," Griffin said flatly.
"Huh?"
Dorothy turned back, shocked. She met Stefan's blank stare before looking at Griffin, who wore an equally lifeless expression. What was wrong with these people?
"He... wants me to burn it?" she stammered. If he wasn’t going to use the clothes anymore, couldn’t she just keep them?
Griffin’s serious expression made her sigh helplessly.
"But my clothes are uncomfortable. What am I supposed to wear?" she asked, her voice slow and uncertain.
"Young mistress, before Mr. Stefan married you, he conducted thorough research and ensured that every piece of clothing he bought for you perfectly fits your body size," Griffin replied, his tone impassive.
Dorothy had no argument left. "Fine, I'll take it off and do whatever you want," she mumbled, walking upstairs.
She paused in front of the mirror when she got to the room, looking at her reflection one last time. The clothes suited her so well. With a frustrated huff, she took them off, threw them angrily on the floor, and opened her wardrobe.
Not a single loose outfit. Everything was skimpy, tight, and fitted. Did Stefan just assume all women loved dressing like this? Even the shoes were exclusively high heels—she had never worn heels in her life.
After much deliberation, she decided on nightwear: a matching silk long sleeves shirt and shorts. She adjusted the outfit countless times, feeling self-conscious, and began wondering how she would ever leave the room.
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She opened it to find a maid standing there.
"I’m here to collect Mr. Stefan's discarded clothes to burn," the maid said.
Dorothy bit her lip and nodded, slowly picking up the clothes and handing them over. Inwardly, she was crying, cursing Stefan for wasting such good garments.
"What did I do now?" she asked herself, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Sharing a bedroom with Stefan was one thing, but she wasn’t ready to sleep with him.
"Relax, Dorothy. He wouldn’t try to sleep with you, right?" she whispered to herself.
"Why else did he marry you? There’s nothing you can offer except your body every night," a darker voice in her head countered.
"Wait, I’m ugly," she thought, recalling her mother’s words. No man would want to look at you, even if he’s crippled or mentally unstable.
The memory gave her a strange sense of comfort but hurt all the same.
Stefan's gaze darkened whenever he looked at her. He had been crippled since he was twenty-one; now he was thirty. Nine years of not speaking, not walking. As if that wasn’t enough, he’d been saddled with an "ugly loser" like her. That’s why he ordered the clothes to be burned—he couldn’t stand anything that touched her skin. Why would he ever want to sleep with her?
Dorothy’s reflection looked sad, but she couldn’t pinpoint why. A growl from her stomach reminded her she was hungry, so she left the room, still uncomfortable in her new outfit.
Stefan wasn’t in the living room, the dining room, or their bedroom. Curiosity crept in as she wondered where he could be, but she shook her head. It wasn’t her business.
At the dining table, she was greeted by an overwhelming spread of food. Surely they didn’t expect her to eat all this alone.
"May I ask when Stefan and Griffin will join me for dinner?" she asked a maid who arrived with another dish.
"Mr. Griffin doesn’t eat with the young master," the maid replied.
"What? Are you saying all this is for Stefan, and he finishes it?" Dorothy asked, incredulous.
"Sometimes, he doesn’t eat at all. I suggest you start eating and not wait for him. You can eat to your satisfaction," the maid said with a warm smile.
"But can you all join me? I can’t eat this alone," Dorothy said earnestly.
"You talk too much, young mistress. If you’re not going to eat, let us know so we can clear the table," Emily snapped as she walked by, dropping another dish.
"Come on, Emily. She’s just being nice. Lighten up," the first maid said, rolling her eyes.
Emily scoffed and walked away.
"She’s always moody around new people," the maid told Dorothy.
"Thank you. May I know your name?" Dorothy asked.
"I’m Tiffany. I’d love to chat, but I have work to do. I don’t want Emily to find a reason to scold me," Tiffany said before leaving.
Dorothy smiled, grabbed a plate, and began eating. It was the first time in a long while she’d tasted food so rich in spices and protein. She ate until she couldn’t anymore, then carried her plate to the kitchen.
"What are you doing? Don’t ever do that again," Tiffany scolded, taking the plate from her. "This is our job. Unless you want to get us fired."
"It’s okay. My mom raised me to do these things. I really don’t mind," Dorothy said gently.
"What’s your problem, young mistress? We don’t need help," Emily said sternly.
"Right, my bad," Dorothy said with a friendly smile, despite Emily glaring daggers at her.
"You should chill," Tiffany said to Emily as she cleaned up.
"I don’t like her. She acts like she’s pure, but she’s not," Emily muttered, making a face.
"Whether she’s acting or not, she’s Mr. Stefan’s wife," Tiffany reminded her.
"Whatever," Emily scoffed.
Dorothy frowned as she noticed an elevator in the hallway. She pressed the button and stepped inside. Just as the doors were closing, a maid called out in alarm.
"Young mistress, only Mr. Stefan is allowed to—" The doors shut, cutting her off.
"Which floor is the room again?" Dorothy muttered, trying to recall. She pressed the button for the fourth floor.
When the elevator stopped, the doors opened to a dimly lit, abandoned-looking space. The only light came from a half-open door at the end of the hallway.
Curious, Dorothy carefully stepped out and walked toward the door, peeking inside.
It was Stefan, struggling to stand from his wheelchair and walk. Griffin stood off to the side, carefully watching so he would know when it was his cue to step in and assist him. Dorothy stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on him. She could see how his closed eyes trembled with effort, sweat dripping down his face, veins bulging in his neck as he fought to stand but failed, collapsing back into his chair.Griffin instinctively moved to help him, but Stefan stopped him with a raised hand, silently commanding him to stay back. He tried again, his legs trembling violently under his weight. The pain was evident, but he remained silent. Just as he nearly managed to stand upright without support, he fell once more.Griffin tensed, his legs twitching to move, but again, Stefan stopped him. Griffin gulped, his lifeless eyes misting, though his face remained stoic.Dorothy watched, her heart heavy. She felt a wetness on her cheeks—it was tears. Why was she crying? Stefan suddenly turned towar
"Mr. Stefan, good morning," Kai greeted as he entered Stefan's office. Dorothy's face lit up with a warm smile, pleased to see him again.Kai returned her smile warmly. "Young Mistress, I hope you ate well and had a good night's rest."Dorothy nodded happily."I'm glad to hear that. I'll arrange for someone to give you a tour and explain everything you need to know about this place. I’d love to do it myself, but it's always busy around here," Kai explained. Dorothy nodded in understanding.Kai turned to Stefan, his demeanor turning serious. "The meeting is set to start in a few minutes. I'll get everything prepared. We’ll be expecting you," he said sharply, nodding firmly at Griffin before leaving.Dorothy watched as Griffin and Stefan busied themselves organizing files. She wanted to offer her help but hesitated, unsure of how it would be received. So, she kept to herself and waited. Once they were finished, Griffin wheeled Stefan out of the office, but before leaving, he turned to a
Unknown to Dorothy, Griffin had just wheeled Stefan out of the boardroom, with Kai walking alongside them. They caught sight of the scene. Kai was about to intervene, but Stefan gestured for him to stop.Dorothy and Stefan locked eyes, the silence stretching between them. Dorothy wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say. Why was she suddenly so nervous? Had she crossed a line?Stefan was the first to look away. Griffin then wheeled him out of sight. Kai's gaze shifted to the employees behind Dorothy.“What are you all waiting for? Mr. Stefan must not beat you to his office. And before you get there, prepare your resignation letters,” he ordered coldly.The employees scattered, running to comply. Dorothy bit her lip as Kai approached her, a faint smile playing on his lips.“Wow,” he muttered, clearly impressed. “I didn’t know you had that kind of fire in you.”Dorothy gave him an uncertain look. “Do you think Stefan is mad? I didn’t mean to scold his employees, and I didn’t even kno
Dorothy had been feeling guilty ever since Kai told her that Stefan had thrown her food away because he was allergic to sesame."Young mistress, you don’t need to feel bad about it. He’s going to be fine," Kai reassured her for the umpteenth time."Are you sure?" Dorothy asked, still unable to shake her worry. "I’m so stupid. I should’ve noticed how uncomfortable he looked.""I don’t think he’s going to blame you," Kai mumbled. Dorothy sighed and pouted, deciding to let go of her anxiety. Moments later, the car stopped as they arrived at the mansion."Mr. Kai, you’re back," Emily said, surprised, as she passed by with a basket of laundry. She looked disheveled, as though she hadn’t had the chance to tidy herself up. Her cheeks burned a light shade of pink—she didn’t want Kai to see her like this.Kai didn’t seem to notice her state, his attention fixed on Dorothy with his usual gentle demeanor."I’ll be heading off now, but please take care of yourself. Remember, you can call me if yo
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It felt as though the whole room had turned silent. Time froze, and people stopped blinking. Someone had spoken, and it wasn’t Griffin. Dorothy’s body finally found motion, and she turned her head to stare at Stefan.He had a different expression on his face—different from the usual depressed look. He seemed taken aback.“What… what did you just say?” Dorothy asked. Stefan didn’t answer. Instead, he shook his head.“Stefan, you just spoke! You just spoke! Say something again! Stefan, say something!” Dorothy held his shoulders, shaking him. She was filled with shock, excitement, and other emotions she couldn’t quite name.The door burst open, and Griffin rushed in.“Hey!” he called out, pushing Dorothy away from Stefan. “Mr. Stefan, are you alright?” Griffin stared at Stefan with concern, then turned angrily to Dorothy. “What is the matter with you?”“Griffin! Stefan just talked!” Dorothy pointed at Stefan.Griffin looked surprised and annoyed at the same time. He stared at Stefan, the
Dorothy nearly choked on her food, staring at Stefan with wide eyes, silently demanding answers. Griffin quickly handed her a glass of water, drawing her attention back to him as he spoke."You’re married. It’s only natural to spend time together. Mr. Stefan wants to get to know you better," Griffin explained.Dorothy glanced at Stefan, but this time, he wasn’t looking at her. Instead, he was focused on his meal."Tomorrow evening, the two of you will leave. Mr. Stefan wants you to choose any country you’d like to visit." Griffin added.Dorothy was too stunned to speak. She had always dreamed of traveling to different countries, but she never imagined it would happen this soon.Stefan wiped his mouth with a napkin, and Griffin put down his fork. Without another word, Griffin wheeled Stefan out of the dining room and into the elevator.Back in her room, Dorothy sat on her bed, still processing the news when a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She opened it to find Emily stand
The drive to the airport was smooth. Dorothy kept smiling to herself as she gazed out the window. However, her smile slowly faded when she felt someone's eyes on her. Turning to the side, she met Stefan's steady gaze.Clearing her throat, Dorothy said, "I'm really excited about this trip to Paris. I've never traveled by air before, and I think it must be amazing." She explained enthusiastically, but it was all in vain as Stefan simply looked away.Dorothy couldn't help but make faces at him.The car came to a halt as they arrived at the airport."We're here," the driver announced. Griffin stepped out and helped Stefan while Dorothy got out on her own."The airport looks even better than it does in magazines," she said with a smile, taking in the surroundings.Griffin wheeled Stefan forward, and Dorothy immediately ran after them. The security guards followed behind with their luggage. Upon entering, Dorothy noticed the place was nearly empty, with only a few people around who greeted
It was the weekend. Dorothy was set to leave VitMed and head back home. She couldn’t wait to see Stefan again—he had promised to come pick her up.“I should use that opportunity to introduce myself to him. Please tell him I’ve been very good to you in school, so he could do something nice for me too,” Kristin, who was sitting beside Dorothy, exclaimed.“Stefan doesn’t do anything nice for anyone if they aren’t me,” Dorothy replied with a smirk and a proud look.“That’s because he hasn’t met me yet,” Kristin replied. When Dorothy gave her a serious look, she quickly corrected herself. “Not as someone who’s gonna steal your man—because obviously, I stand a chance—but he’s gonna love me as your best friend. Maybe someday he’ll take me out for a treat for being such a good friend to you,” Kristin added, feeling herself.Dorothy couldn’t help but smile and shook her head. Her phone rang—it was Stefan. She knew he was already outside.“I’m leaving now. Don’t miss me too much,” Dorothy tease
The Holmes Residence.Clarissa admired herself in the mirror, twirling slightly. She loved how expensive she looked. Ever since she married Sherlock, he’d showered her with nothing but luxury.A knock came at the door before Agnes stepped in, her face lighting up at the sight of Clarissa.“Gold and diamonds were made just for you,” Agnes praised, her eyes full of admiration.Clarissa’s smile widened. “I know,” she replied proudly.“So, where to?” Agnes asked, leaning against the doorframe.“Sherlock’s taking me to his company today. When I walk in, I want every single person to turn and stare. I wasn’t born to be ordinary,” Clarissa said with a confident smirk.“And that’s the spirit,” Agnes grinned.Clarissa glanced at the time on her Rolex. “Ugh, I’m almost late. That old man’s been waiting forever,” she huffed, grabbing her sunglasses and rushing out.Agnes simply watched her go, shaking her head.Downstairs, Sherlock looked up the moment he saw her coming. “You’re not planning to
The next morning at VitMed, Dorothy stepped out of the bathroom wearing her bathrobe. She massaged her back as she picked up her phone and dialed Stefan’s number.He picked up immediately.“Good morning, love,” his voice was a bit groggy, like he was just waking up.“Good morning. Did I wake you?” she asked with concern.“Not at all, sweetheart.”“Okay. Did you talk to your mom yesterday? How did it go?” Dorothy asked, and Stefan sighed.“I did talk to her yesterday, and she explained everything—but I can’t just forgive her like that, love. It’s too hard to just let it go,” Stefan grumbled.“I understand, Stefan. But baby steps, okay?”“If Finn were still alive and told you he was sorry for killing your parents, do you think you could ever forgive him?” Stefan asked. Even though Dorothy couldn’t see him, she could tell he was looking for an honest answer.“And that’s the difference between Finn and your mother. She did what she thought would protect you. She didn’t kill innocent peopl
Beatrice had an impatient look on her face as she sat in the restaurant. The moment Kai informed her that Stefan wanted to see her, she rushed over as quickly as she could.The restaurant's glass door swung open, and Stefan stepped inside. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on her, and then he made his way to her table."Stefan, thank you for agreeing to see me again," Beatrice said, moving in for a hug, but he stepped back."We don’t want to go too far now. I only agreed to talk to you because of my wife. Please, don’t touch me."Beatrice nodded and tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear before sitting down. Stefan took the seat across from her, and silence fell between them. He just sat there, staring at her intensely.Beatrice sighed."I didn’t come here to be stared at and sighed over. I have other places to be, so please don’t waste my time," Stefan said, frowning.Beatrice never imagined that Stefan would one day treat her like this."First, I want to say I’m
Behind her veil, she had a confused look. Was Abraham late, or did he not remember they were supposed to have a wedding ceremony here today? While she was lost in thought, Agnes hugged Clarissa but whispered in her ear.“Abraham isn’t coming because he’s not the one you’re getting married to. You’re actually getting married to his grandfather. And act cool—there are so many businessmen here, you don’t want to blow things up in front of them,” Agnes said before stepping back.Clarissa couldn’t believe her ears. She was getting married to Sherlock instead of Abraham. She was marrying a ninety-two-year-old man—and she had already invited her friends, even Dorothy.The priest began reciting the wedding speech and prayers.“Clarissa Florence, do you take Sherlock Holmes as your lawful wedded husband, to be with him through all seasons of life, till death do you both part?”There was no reply from Clarissa, causing murmurs from the crowd. Agnes sat still, tense, hoping Clarissa wouldn’t mes
As promised, some guards came to pick Clarissa and took her to the mall. It was a private mall owned by the Holmes family, filled with stunning designs and luxurious brands."Ma'am, may I help you with anything?" an employee asked respectfully, approaching her with a polite tone.Clarissa smirked and took off her glasses. "I'm getting married tomorrow, and I'm looking for the perfect wedding dress that complements my beauty," she said proudly."Aww, congratulations on your marriage in advance," the employee replied cheerfully."Whatever. Just find a dress for me," Clarissa said, rolling her eyes. The employee gave her an understanding nod, though she silently noted how rude Clarissa was.After a few minutes of trying on different styles, Clarissa finally found one that suited her best."I'm picking this one," she declared, and the employee nodded, sending staff to package it."You have good eyes. That’s one of the best wedding dresses we have," the employee said with a small smile."I
Since Dorothy wasn't coming back until the weekend, Kade felt like he had no reason to stay at school and was set to leave when a familiar lady blocked his path."Where to, Kade? Don’t tell me you're leaving so soon," Kristina said with a smirk."What do you want?" Kade asked, frowning."Come on, lighten up at least. We’re not fighting, Kade. Since Dorothy is out with her husband, how about you and I go grab a drink?" Kristina asked, wiggling her brows playfully."I don’t drink, so I don’t care for one. Now excuse me," Kade tried to walk past, but Kristina blocked him."Then we can take a walk or do something else. Please don’t let me spend this Saturday alone," she pleaded.Kade sighed helplessly, and Kristina smiled widely. She knew what that look meant. Happily, she grabbed his arm and led him away."You won’t regret hanging out with me today. We’re going to have so much fun," she said excitedly as they left together.—In Stefan’s mansion, Dorothy was still sleeping. He had spent
It was a free Saturday. Dorothy had just finished taking her shower and was getting ready. She had spoken with Stefan yesterday, and he promised to come pick her up today. Maybe she could tell him about his mom.Someone knocked on her door, and her smile widened, thinking it was Stefan. She was still dressed in a revealing gown when she opened it—but to her dismay, it was Kai. He immediately turned his back while she quickly grabbed a bathrobe to cover herself, her cheeks flushing red."Do you go around answering your door dressed like that?" Kai couldn't help but ask."I'm sorry, I thought it was Stefan. He told me he was coming," Dorothy mumbled."Well, Stefan isn't here," Kai replied."Why?" Dorothy asked, a little disappointed. She had been excited to have him come over."An important business matter came up. He couldn't miss it, so he asked me to get you. Buzz me when you're completely dressed," Kai said before walking away.Dorothy sighed and was about to close the door, but a w
"Hi, my name is Beatrice," the woman introduced herself, and Dorothy paused, thinking hard about where she’d heard the name before. Then it clicked. Her eyes widened."You're... You..." the words caught in her throat. This had to be Stefan's mom. The resemblance was unmistakable."Can I come in, please?" Beatrice asked gently. Dorothy didn't know what to do. Should she kick her out or let her in? In the end, she went with the second option, opening the door for Beatrice.Silence followed. Dorothy stood six feet away, watching her closely, waiting for her to speak."I’ve been looking for you for some time now because... I need your help," Beatrice said, her eyes glassy with tears. "My son wants nothing to do with me—and I understand that. But I need you to bring us back together."Dorothy sat down for a moment, quiet, then finally responded, "You want me to help fix your relationship with your son?" she asked slowly, trying to grasp it."I just don't know what to do anymore...""Then w