"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
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
A sleek Mercedes-Benz pulled into the Florence household's parking lot. Watching the car through the window, Clarissa couldn't help but sneer in jealousy. She was a slender beauty with smooth skin and long, flowing hair, appearing to be in her early twenties."Mom, that crippled man is here to pick Dorothy up, but he's driving an expensive car. Dorothy doesn't deserve to ride in something like that," Clarissa scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain."Don't worry, baby. It's just a car. Once she marries that crippled man, you'll have anything you want," her mother, Agnes, reassured her."I’d better," Clarissa pouted, her juicy pink lips curling as she flipped a lock of her hair behind her ear. Men lined up for a chance to date her as her beauty was enchanting. But her personality was a stark contrast to her looks, nothing good to write about.A knock sounded at the door."It's them," Clarissa muttered, waving at one of the housemaids to open it. A sharply dressed man in a well-ironed
Griffin, the man in the white suit, pushed Stefan’s wheelchair out of the county clerk’s office, with Kai and Dorothy walking alongside them. People passing by shot them disapproving glances, especially at Stefan, who ignored their stares.“Kai, Mr. Stefan wants you to take his wife home,” Griffin announced, halting the wheelchair abruptly.Dorothy blinked, confused. “What about him, isn't he coming with me?” she asked before she could stop herself.“Mr. Stefan still has unfinished business,” Kai replied warmly. “Don’t worry, young mistress. If you need anything, the maids will assist you.”Dorothy had no choice but to comply. She watched as Griffin carefully lifted Stefan into the car, supporting him with an arm around his chest. A wave of pity washed over her. He was a successful businessman but trapped in a body without legs or a voice. His life must feel like a living hell, she thought.“Young mistress, let’s go,” Kai’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She realized she had b
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 sta
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
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
In VitMed, the lecture room was empty as the first class hadn’t started. Students were talking and laughing, some even sitting on Dorothy’s table, but as soon as they spotted her, they quickly stood up.Dorothy took her seat, and Kade sat behind her.The students kept stealing glances at her and murmuring. Whatever it was they were holding in, they didn’t dare say it to her face."That’s enough already. So what if she didn’t write the exam with us? I heard she wrote it last year and got the highest score," Beauty said to the group of girls murmuring around Dorothy."Yeah, she was the top scorer. Probably her husband bought that too," one of the girls replied with a loud scoff.Dorothy had had enough; she angrily stood up and walked toward them."What’s the matter with you people?" she asked irritably. "Especially you, Beauty, if you hate me, then do it openly like the other girls. You don’t have to be a snake about it," Dorothy was exasperated."These girls were totally talking shit a
Slap!Arthur's hand flew across Tristan's cheek the moment he spotted him. Tristan held his cheek, looking confused. His father had requested him, only to greet him with physical abuse."What did I do to deserve this, Father?" Tristan asked calmly, though he was boiling inwardly."You seriously asked me that question?" Arthur yelled. "Tristan, if I had a gun, I'd shoot you right now, shoot you countless times because I am very embarrassed!" He yelled painfully and threw a magazine toward him.Tristan slowly took his hand from his face and picked up the magazine. He opened it and began going through it."When you're done, tell me what you observed!" Arthur demanded.Tasha, who had just come back from work, hastened her steps toward Arthur. She had heard his scolding voice from outside and knew something was wrong."What's going on, Arthur? I've told you to be lenient with the way you treat your son!" Tasha stood beside Tristan as she spoke. She could see the handprint of Arthur on his
"Are you kidding me right now, Tasha? You looked me in the eyes and asked me to be a cleaner for your mansion!" Agnes was flaring up.Tasha leaned back in her chair, her facial expression innocent as she sipped on her drink."I never knew I was in the wrong here. I was only trying to help you, like you asked me to," Tasha said harmlessly, but she was laughing out loud in her mind."You need to think of something else. I can't stoop so low as to be a cleaner!" Agnes shook her head. She couldn't even picture herself dressed in a maid's outfit, scrubbing the floor with a brush. Ever since she was a kid, she had never done physical work, and she couldn't start now."I don't know what you want from me, Agnes. You literally begged me! You said you needed a job because you're broke, and I offered an available one, so why are you complaining?" Tasha was starting to feel offended."But look at what you're offering me, Tasha, you're asking me to be a...""Oh my God, I can't with you right now,
"You've got to be kidding me!" Clarissa exclaimed, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings. She stood in front of a small, shabby-looking house, unable to believe her eyes as she analyzed everything."Please tell me this isn't where we'll be living now. Mom, of all the houses out there, is this really the best you could afford?" she complained, clearly displeased."This is what we can afford," Agnes replied with a shrug."You're kidding, Mom. Tell me you're kidding!" Clarissa refused to accept that this was her new home. Even the security guards back then when they still lived at the Florence household, had a better place than this.Clarissa wondered how low she had stooped, ger life was practically over, and she blamed Dorothy for it."Maybe if you had left the Florence household when I told you to, you wouldn’t have gone to jail. I wouldn’t have spent forever trying to fix things, and I could’ve found us a better place than this," Agnes said, rolling her eyes."Mom, why ar
The next morning, in Stefan's mansion, he watched as Dorothy packed everything she would need. Today was the day she was leaving for school."Alright, I'm set," Dorothy informed him once she was done."I didn’t see you take any of my clothes. You should take them, love, because what if you get cold and need someone to hold? I’m sure my shirt would fit into that space," Stefan said.Dorothy smiled and walked closer to him, standing between his legs and resting her arms on his shoulders."I already took plenty of your clothes, love," she said."Oh? Then did you take—""Everything, love. I took everything," Dorothy cut him off, giving him a knowing smile. She knew Stefan wished she didn’t have to leave—she wished the same—but there wasn’t much choice. She had to go."Seems like you're fully prepared. I wish I could go with you, but I can't leave the company," Stefan sighed. "Your ride will be here in the next five minutes. I wish I could take you one more time.""Stefan, five minutes? An