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 toward the slightly open door, his gaze locking onto hers. Panic flooded her as she tried to move, but her legs were frozen. Her heart raced as his expression shifted, the sadness in his eyes vanishing in an instant, replaced by the cold, dark look he always wore.
Griffin noticed her and immediately rushed to the door.
“What are you doing here?” he asked sharply, his tone laced with anger.
“I was looking for the...” Dorothy began, but she wasn’t even halfway through before Griffin slammed the door in her face.
She pressed her hand to her chest, trying to calm the erratic beating of her heart. She swore she’d nearly died on the spot.
Without hesitation, Dorothy left the room, taking the lift to the second floor. She finally found her room, rushed inside, and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were red and teary. She couldn’t stop crying.
Stefan was trying so hard to get better, but it was so difficult for him. The thought of being in such pain and unable to cry out was unbearable.
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and climbed into bed. “He looked so mad at me. I need to apologize when he gets back,” she murmured to herself. She waited for hours, but he never came. Sleep eventually claimed her.
The next morning, Dorothy woke slowly as the bright sun kissed her face. She instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, but it was empty. Had Stefan not come back last night? Did he overwork himself like this every day? The thought plagued her.
The sound of the bathroom door opening snapped her out of her thoughts. Stefan rolled his wheelchair out, and Dorothy’s eyes widened in surprise. She nearly screamed but managed to hold it in. What time had he arrived? How had he gotten into the bathroom? And where was Griffin? She glanced around, but the room was empty.
Stefan was wearing only a towel, and Dorothy couldn’t help but notice his defined abs and toned muscles. She quickly turned away, flustered.
“Good morning,” she mumbled, clearing her throat awkwardly. “I waited for you last night because I wanted to apologize. I overstepped. I promise I won’t use the lift again.”
She apologized but her words hung in the air, unanswered. Stefan didn’t look at her, nor did he give any indication he’d heard her.
“Do you need help with your clothes?” Dorothy asked, standing up. She opened his wardrobe, her eyes scanning the contents. Only now did she realize the clothes were all men’s suits. Perhaps she’d been too hungry to notice before.
“What color suit do you want to wear to work today? Navy blue, gray, or black?” she asked. Again, there was no response.
“Alright, how about this?” She demonstrated with her fingers as she explained. “One finger for the navy blue suit, two fingers for the gray suit, and three fingers for the black suit.”
Stefan remained silent for a few moments, and Dorothy sighed, ready to give up. Then, he slowly raised two fingers.
Her face lit up with a wide smile. “The gray suit it is! I knew you had great taste. This will look perfect for a Tuesday morning,” she said, pulling the suit out of the wardrobe.
A knock at the door interrupted her.
“Who is it, please?” Dorothy called out.
“It’s Griffin. May I come in?”
“Yes, sure,” she replied. Griffin stepped inside.
“Good morning, young mistress. Good morning, Mr. Stefan,” he greeted, his eyes widening when he saw Dorothy holding one of Stefan’s suits.
“Oh, I’m not trying to wear it this time,” Dorothy clarified quickly, holding the suit out to Griffin. “He chose it himself.”
Griffin glanced at Stefan, who didn’t look upset, and nodded. He helped Stefan dress while Dorothy stepped aside to give them space. Once Stefan was ready, Dorothy grabbed her bathrobe and headed for the bathroom.
“Young mistress,” Griffin called, “Mr. Stefan wishes for you to accompany him to the company today. Please join him for breakfast so we can leave soon.”
Dorothy turned to Stefan, but he didn’t spare her a glance as Griffin wheeled him out of the room.
After showering, Dorothy returned to her closet. She chose a fitted blue dress, paired it with black heels, and tied her hair into a simple bun—the only style she knew. She wasn’t skilled with makeup, so she left her face bare.
Dorothy still looked lovely, but Agnes and Clarissa had gaslit her into thinking she wasn’t. If only she knew Clarissa envied her natural beauty.
She struggled slightly with her steps as she climbed the stairs to the dining room. When she reached it, she found Stefan slowly eating a piece of bread, Griffin standing silently behind him.
“Griffin, would you like to join us?” Dorothy asked politely.
“I’m fine, thank you,” Griffin replied flatly.
“Oh,” she murmured, frowning. It didn’t seem fair that Griffin, who had been with Stefan for so long, couldn’t eat at the same table.
Stefan ate so little—a single slice of bread and a medium cup of milk tea. Once done, he glanced at Griffin.
“Young mistress, we will meet you at the car,” Griffin said after wheeling Stefan away.
Dorothy finished her breakfast and went to join them. The car they used this time had an extra back seat, where she sat while Stefan sat up front and Griffin drove.
Within thirty minutes, they arrived at the Everest Stock Exchange parking lot. Griffin helped Stefan into his wheelchair while Dorothy got out on her own.
As they entered the building, the glass doors automatically slid open. Dorothy couldn’t help but admire the towering skyscraper and the interior’s fresh sunflower scent. Employees were busy at their desks, some walking around with walkie-talkies in hand.
“Good morning, Mr. Stefan,” the employees greeted politely. But their curiosity was evident as they whispered amongst themselves.
“Who is that woman with him?”
“Is that his wife?”
"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
Sorry it's coming late. This one is for the sweet reviews and comments Stefan stared at Dorothy silently for what felt like an eternity before his expression darkened. Dorothy sighed to herself."I expected this. You're going to get mad, and you're going to think I'm stupid, but I know you, Stefan. I know you can do it again," she said with a hopeful smile."Say something to me. Try to talk. It shouldn't be that hard—you did it before," she urged, but Stefan remained silent."Fine," Dorothy huffed, standing up and giving her body a light stretch. She jogged in place and cracked her knuckles while Stefan looked at her in confusion. Before he could react, a sharp slap landed on his face."Since you're not going to talk, I'll make you talk. You just need something to compel you and luckily I know how to do that" Dorothy said, delivering another slap.Stefan held his cheek, too stunned to be angry."I didn't mean to hurt you, Stefan. I'm doing this for your own good, and I know it hurts.
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