"It's okay... You're okay," a familiar male voice whispered repeatedly into her ear.Dorothy struggled to open her eyes, gasping for breath. Her gaze landed on her blood-soaked hand, and she nearly lost consciousness again."It's not your blood," the person whispered."Then whose is it?" The moment she asked, her eyes caught sight of a lifeless, familiar man in front of her. She wanted to scream—badly—but the words wouldn’t come out.Slowly, the memories started to return. He had told her he loved her, that he would kill her because she didn’t love him too. He had confessed to killing her parents. He had pointed a gun at her and said he would shoot, but now—he was the one who was dead."Did... did I do this?" Dorothy stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Deep down, she was terrified of the answer."You didn't do this, love," Stefan replied softly, pulling her into a comforting embrace, trying to calm her down."Then who killed him?" Dorothy asked. Silence followed. "Was it you?
Both Kai and Griffin stared at Harrison with sharp eyes, wondering why he would say such a thing in front of Dorothy."Oops... I guess my job here is done. I'm going to get dressed," Harrison said, gesturing to the robe he was still wearing before rushing out."Oh my God..." Dorothy's voice came out in a broken whisper. Stefan had spent nine years trying to get better. He finally did, and now she had taken it away from him again."Doctor Harrison said it’s temporary, meaning it won’t last for years like before," Kai tried to reassure her, but she only cried harder.Griffin and Kai exchanged unsure looks, neither knowing what to do. Griffin decided to wait outside—he never knew how to handle people crying.Kai hesitated, wanting to pat Dorothy's shoulder, but instead, he followed Griffin outside."Why are you crying, love?"Stefan’s voice made her freeze. His eyes were open, looking troubled.She quickly wiped her tears."How do you feel?" she asked in a low voice."I feel good..." Ste
Stefan's car stopped at the police station. As usual, the paparazzi were waiting for them to step out. Kai was the first to get out. He carefully assisted Dorothy and led her inside the station. The camera flashes grew more aggressive each second, and questions were thrown at her."Is it true that you killed Mr. Finn Florence?""Did you kill your father, Dorothy?""Why did you kill your dad?"Dorothy ignored all the questions as she stepped in. Stefan came out next, and the reporters were shocked to see him in a wheelchair again."I thought he was already walking.""Is he faking it again?""Why is he using the wheelchair again?"Murmurs from the reporters filled Stefan’s ears, but he ignored them as Griffin pushed him into the station. Inside, he could see his family being held with the police, as well as Dorothy's family.The moment Clarissa spotted Dorothy, she broke free from the police and lunged at her, attempting to slap her. But Kai was quick—he caught her hand mid-air."Don't
A Few Days Later"One more step, you can do it," Dorothy encouraged as she watched Stefan struggle to walk properly. He had been undergoing leg therapy, and Dorothy had been nothing but supportive.He finally reached the finish line, and Dorothy cheered for him."You did so well, love!" she said excitedly, helping him sit. She grabbed the bottle of water next to her, opened it, and handed it to him."Thank you, love," Stefan smiled, accepting the water."Does it still hurt?" Dorothy asked gently, referring to the spot where he had been shot a few days ago."It's not that bad," Stefan shrugged."Really?" Dorothy asked, wanting to be sure."Yes, love. At least now, can I do this—" He smirked and before Dorothy could comprehend what he meant, he pulled her onto his lap. Dorothy's eyes widened as she tried to get off, but he held her in place."I've missed having you here," he whispered in her ear."I miss you too, but you're still recovering," Dorothy reminded him. She squeezed her face
The kiss on his neck was all it took for Stefan to lose control. He lifted Dorothy into his arms and climbed the staircase, kissing her mouth with every step he took. She could swear this was the fastest she had ever seen him move—one moment, they were in the hallway, and the next, they were in the bedroom.Stefan pinned her against the wall, her legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he kissed all over her face, neck, and jaw. His hands fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, but impatience got the best of him, and he ripped it open."Stefan, you tore my shirt!" Dorothy gasped, unsure whether to be shocked or amused."I’ll buy you a new one," he responded impatiently. In the next second, she was on the soft bed, her ripped shirt discarded.Stefan stood in front of her, reaching for his own shirt before pausing. Instead, he stretched his hands toward her. Dorothy stared at him, confused, but still took his hands."Undress me," Stefan said."What?" Dorothy blinked, as if she hadn’t he
The next morning, Dorothy squinted her eyes open. She felt weak, with a slight ache between her legs. She tried to stand, but a strong arm wrapped around her waist effortlessly. That was when she realized she was naked—and so was Stefan, lying beside her.Memories of last night came rushing back, and her cheeks flushed red. She carefully tried to remove Stefan's hand from her waist so she could slip into the bathroom, but his grip tightened."I told you to stop trying to run away from me," he murmured in a hoarse, drowsy tone, still half-asleep.Dorothy bit her lip. "Good morning," she greeted him softly."Good morning, love. How was your night?" he asked. The moment he did, more memories of last night flooded her mind and her cheeks couldn't help but grow pink.Dorothy cleared her throat. "Last night was... good."Stefan raised a brow, turning her over so she faced him. He wanted to see her expression."Just good?" He looked both amused and slightly offended."It was... last night...
The phone kept ringing, but Dorothy wouldn't pick up after seeing the caller's name. Ever since Finn's incident, she had decided to cut herself off from the Florence family. They were the reason of the major loss of her life and they made her believe she owed them a favor.A knock sounded at the door, and Chole stepped in. Dorothy's face brightened slightly."Chole, how are you?" Dorothy greeted cheerfully."I'm good, ma'am. I just came to say goodbye and drop off a little present for you," Chole said, taking out a small box."It's not much because I'm still trying to save money, but I hope you'll accept it," she added, handing the box to Dorothy."Thank you," Dorothy smiled. Barely a second later, Shalom stepped in with a wrapped box. Chole couldn't help but roll her eyes—something about her felt off."Miss, I'd love to say you're the best person I've ever worked with, even in such a short time. I hope you'll accept my goodbye gift," Shalom said with a smile, handing over the box."T
In a dark, cold, dusty basement, a woman sat with her hands tied behind her back. She looked tired and weak, having not eaten for days. The long door slowly creaked open, and light filled the room—it was the first light she had seen in days, almost blinding her.Footsteps approached her. A tall, familiar figure stood before her. He was not happy."What is your offense?" he asked with a dry expression.Shalom's heart pounded with fear. "Please... I didn't mean to do it. I was just angry and wanted my revenge," she cried."Revenge for what exactly? What did my wife ever do to you to make you want to kill her?" Stefan asked, and Shalom cried even harder.Stefan smirked and crouched beside her. "Your real name is not Shalom," he said. She gave him a surprised look, wanting to shake her head and deny it, but the fear gripping her body betrayed her.All this while, she had worked with Stefan, always overlooking him because of his disabilities. She had thought he was useless, incapable of do
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
Tristan stood in front of a warehouse with Fred by his side. Fred gave him a go-ahead smirk, and Tristan let out a small breath before opening the door. The warehouse was filled with boxes that looked exactly like the Everest Stock Exchange packages.Tristan gave Fred a questioning look, but Fred only kept smirking. He nodded at Tristan, silently urging him to go ahead. Tristan opened one of the packages and almost stumbled back.Inside were guns, drugs, and all sorts of illegal items.Tristan stared at Fred with wide eyes."My dear friend, people make a fortune from this. You just have to be smart about it. And I know you, Tristan—you’re capable of pulling something like this off," Fred said smoothly."What do you know?" Tristan asked, his voice low.Fred only laughed. His laugh grew louder by the second before he finally tapped Tristan’s shoulder."You don’t want me to get started. Just keep in mind that I know. So, do what you do best—and be wise about it," Fred said, giving him a
Dorothy got back to her room with the flowers in her hand. She walked to her cupboard and took out a box, opening it. It was filled with letters Stefan had been writing to her. She never threw them away, but she hadn’t read them yet.Taking the letters one by one and going through them, she could see how sorry Stefan was—and she thought maybe she overreacted. Picking up her phone, she reached for his number and dialed it.After one ring, Stefan picked up.“Love?” He sounded surprised. He wasn’t expecting a call from her—at least not yet.“I’m sorry. I overreacted,” Dorothy said with regret.Stefan sat up straight in his chair.“Love, you did not overreact. You had every right to be angry with me. I wouldn’t like it if someone tried to cheat their way into something either, and that’s why I feel terrible for what I did,” Stefan said softly.Dorothy bit her lips and nodded.“You’re my husband, and I don’t want us to fight over this. You don’t have to send more flowers or letters—I forgi