The servants moved like shadows, their footsteps silent as they placed dish after dish of delicacies before the family. Suzanne Smith sat quietly, her hands folded in her lap, her heart heavy with an all-too-familiar tension.Her mother-in-law, Beatrice Landford, perched at the head of the table like a queen, her hawk-like eyes scanning Suzanne with barely concealed disdain. Beatrice’s perfectly coiffed hair and pristine pearl necklace only added to her air of superiority.“And how long has it been now?” Beatrice’s voice cut through the air like a blade, her tone dripping with judgment. She didn’t bother to look directly at Suzanne, instead slicing into her roast lamb with clinical precision.Suzanne stiffened, her stomach churning. She knew exactly where this conversation was headed. “Three years,” she said softly, her voice steady despite the storm brewing inside her.“Three years,” Beatrice repeated, her lips curling into a smirk. She set her knife and fork down, folding her hands e
Suzanne’s heart raced as she felt a wave of cold panic surge through her. Her body trembled, but her mind was in a haze. The weight of the situation pressed down on her like a suffocating blanket.Charles’s eyes locked onto hers, the malicious glint in them clear. He approached her with slow, deliberate steps, and Suzanne’s body instinctively recoiled, but she had nowhere to retreat. The bedframe pressed into her back, the coldness of the sheets beneath her offering no comfort."Do you think you can defy me?" he asked, his voice low, menacing. "You’ve forgotten your place, Suzanne. Let me remind you."She opened her mouth to speak, to fight back with whatever strength she had left, but her words caught in her throat. His hand was already at her back, pulling the fabric of her dress down, exposing her skin.“No, please,” she whispered, her voice cracking. The plea hung in the air, weak and desperate, but Charles didn’t listen. With a swift movement, he raised his belt, the leather cold
Suzanne adjusted her black gown, carefully pulling it down to cover every inch of her bruised skin. The fabric hugged her form, but it felt like a suffocating reminder of her helplessness. She had made sure to wear long sleeves and a high neckline to hide the marks Charles had left, praying no one would notice. Her reflection in the mirror seemed distant, like she was looking at a woman she barely recognized anymore. Her face, though made up, still betrayed the exhaustion in her eyes. She could feel the weight of the day pressing down on her, the exhaustion from last night, the humiliation from this morning, and now the looming dread of the event."Get down here, Suzanne!" Beatrice's voice sliced through the air, demanding, harsh. Suzanne could already feel her mother-in-law's eyes boring into her, judging her every move.Suzanne grabbed her handbag, clutching it tightly as if it might give her the strength she so desperately needed. She hurried down the stairs, her mind racing. But as
Suzanne Smith—no, Mrs. Langford—had once had it all. Wealth, status, a future laid out for her like a red carpet leading straight to an empire. Three years ago, she had walked away from all of it, convinced that love was worth more than power.She had been so sure. So certain that she didn’t need her father’s fortune, not as long as she had Charles. He was supposed to be her prince charming, the man who would love her, protect her, and prove her father wrong. She had imagined a beautiful life by his side, filled with laughter and stolen kisses, a home that felt safe in ways her cold, gilded upbringing never had.But fairytales were just that—stories. And hers had unraveled into a nightmare.The man she once adored had become a stranger, then a monster. Behind closed doors, Charles mocked her, belittled her, crushed her under the weight of his disdain. His words cut deeper than knives, sharp-edged insults that carved away at her self-worth until there was barely anything left of the gir
The nurse turned toward Suzanne, noticing the abrupt shift in her demeanor. "Is everything alright, Mrs. Langford?" she asked, her voice soft.Suzanne blinked, startled, realizing she had been holding her breath. Now that it was back, it came in uneven, shallow gasps. "Dr. Carter..." she repeated, her voice trembling slightly as she fought to keep her composure. "He’s the one treating me?"The nurse nodded, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in Suzanne's chest. "Yes, that's right. He’s one of our top specialists. He should be here shortly." She smiled, too cheery for the moment, then added, "If you need anything in the meantime, just let me know."But Suzanne barely registered her words. Her mind was racing, spiraling through memories of a time long past—Liam's warm brown eyes, his infectious laugh, how he always seemed to know what she needed before she even said it. She had buried those memories, locked them away in a box she never wanted to open again. But now, with the mention of his
The air in the room thickened the moment Beatrice Langford stepped inside.For a second, Suzanne saw the flicker of calculation in the older woman’s sharp eyes, the brief assessment of the situation before she adjusted her expression. In a matter of seconds, Beatrice’s usual cold exterior melted into a mask of exaggerated concern, her lips curving into a practiced smile as she stepped toward the bed."Suzanne, darling, you look pale," she cooed, reaching out to place a perfectly manicured hand on Suzanne’s arm. The touch was light, almost gentle—if Suzanne didn’t know better, she would have thought it sincere. But she did know better. "You should be resting, not exerting yourself with unnecessary stress."Suzanne barely blinked, her body stiff under the contact. She had long since learned to tolerate Beatrice’s little acts of performance, the way she played the doting mother-in-law when it suited her. This wasn’t concern—it was an interrogation masked as affection.Before Suzanne could
As Beatrice was escorted out, Sarah and Charles stood in the hallway, the tension between them thickening.“You said you wouldn’t sleep with her, Charles,” Sarah hissed, her anger barely contained. “But here we are, with you making babies with her.”Charles's jaw tightened, frustration evident in his eyes. "It happened the day I came back drunk, Sarah. It meant nothing."Sarah’s face flushed with rage. “If you don’t fix this, Charles, I swear I’ll leave. I’m not going to keep playing these games.”She turned to walk away, but Charles grabbed her wrist, halting her. His grip was firm, and when he spoke again, his voice was low but commanding.“I found something about Suzanne,” he said, his words sharp.Her curiosity piqued, Sarah stopped, narrowing her eyes. “What do you mean, something about Suzanne?”Charles leaned in closer, his gaze cold. “She’s hiding a lot more than just her pregnancy."---The next day came faster than Suzanne expected. She was still trying to process everything
The car rolled to a stop in the long, grand driveway. Suzanne stared out the window, her fingers tightening around the seatbelt as she took in the sight before her.A line of maids stood at attention, their faces glowing with excitement. The moment they spotted her, they erupted into cheerful shouts.“Welcome back, ma’am!”Her gaze darted to the house, now decorated with bright balloons and flowing ribbons—festive, almost surreal. The air smelled faintly of fresh roses, a scent she hadn’t associated with this place in years.She swallowed. Why does this feel so… off?“Is this real?” she murmured, half to herself.Beside her, Charles opened his mouth to answer, but another voice beat him to it."Of course, it’s real, dear."Beatrice.Suzanne turned to find her mother-in-law stepping forward, her expression the perfect blend of warmth and authority. She reached out, taking Suzanne’s hands in hers, her grip firm.“You deserve nothing less than the best.”Her voice was gentle—too gentle. T
Suzanne slowly lowered her phone, her heart pounding as she processed Paul’s words.She lifted her gaze to Liam, who stood in the living room, watching her with quiet patience."You bought my company," she said, more in awe than disbelief.Liam didn't deny it. "I did."A slow exhale left her lips as she stepped forward. "You were the one who kept it in my name? The one who made sure I could get it back?"Liam shrugged, his expression calm. "I knew how much it meant to you. Selling it was necessary at the time, but losing it permanently? That was never an option."Something warm and unexpected curled in her chest. "Liam…" She shook her head, her voice softer now. "Why didn’t you tell me?""You had enough to deal with," he answered simply. "I wasn’t going to add to that."Suzanne stared at him, realizing for the hundredth time just how deeply he understood her. How effortlessly he stepped in—not to control, not to take over, but to protect.She swallowed, a small smile tugging at the co
"Nina, come on in," Suzanne said, her voice calm but firm.Nina stepped inside, closing the office door behind her before taking a seat in front of Suzanne’s desk. The room fell into a brief silence, broken only by the soft clacking of Suzanne’s keyboard. She finished typing, saved her work, and then finally looked up.Leaning back in her chair, she folded her arms. "I called you here because there’s something I want to confirm."Nina arched a brow. "Go on.""How long have you been working with my father?" Suzanne asked, her tone unreadable.Nina blinked at the question, surprised. "A very long time."Suzanne nodded slowly, as if weighing her response. "Cool." Then, without hesitation, she asked, "Can I trust you, Nina?"Nina’s expression darkened slightly. "On what exactly?""On becoming my closest ally."The air in the room shifted. A heavy silence settled between them.Nina sat up straighter, her fingers tapping lightly against the armrest of her chair. "I still don’t know what you
"You couldn’t stop the damn surgery? Are you out of your mind?" Finn roared into the phone, his fury barely contained."I'm sorry, Mr. Carter," Dr. Chris stammered, his voice tight with unease.Silence. Heavy. Unforgiving.Finn exhaled sharply, running a hand over his face. "Who’s bringing the heart to Liam?"Dr. Chris hesitated before answering. "One of his colleagues from his former hospital in Los Angeles, I believe."Finn clenched his jaw, his patience running thin. "Listen to me carefully—I don’t care what you have to do, but that surgery must not go well. Do you understand? Handle it on your end. I’ll take care of things from mine. Now, send me the name of the airport he’s arriving at.""Yes, sir!" Dr. Chris replied hastily.Finn ended the call, his mind already racing with the next move. ---Liam moved through the hospital corridors in his lab coat, his medical team following closely. He checked on his patients, offering them warm smiles."How are we feeling today, Mr. Gomez?"
Eloise barely registered the nurse’s words as she was led through the quiet hospital corridors. Her heart pounded, her fingers trembling as she clutched her bag. The scent of antiseptic filled the air, sharp and sterile, but it did nothing to steady her nerves.The moment she reached the VIP room, she hesitated. Her hand hovered over the handle, her breath shallow. Then, gathering every ounce of courage, she pushed the door open.And there he was.Leo Carter sat upright in the hospital bed, staring blankly into space, lost in a world beyond the four walls that confined him."Leo?" Her voice was thick with emotion, barely above a whisper.Slowly, he turned. His lips curled into a faint smile. "Come on, Eloise. Come sit with me, darling."Relief crashed over her like a tidal wave. He was alive. He was here. His spirit hadn’t left him yet.She rushed to his side, sitting beside him and taking his hand in hers. "How are you feeling? Have you eaten? Should I call the doctor?" The words tum
"What?" Charles' voice was sharp, disbelief flashing across his face.Suzanne didn’t even bother to repeat herself. She simply turned, her tone casual as she tossed over her shoulder, "I’ll send the divorce papers tomorrow."That should have been the end of it. But of course, Charles wasn’t done."Are you aware, Suzanne, that I had no hand in drugging you?" His voice carried a strange urgency now. "This is the first time I’m even hearing about it."She stopped mid-step, then turned back to him, completely unfazed. "And?"Charles blinked. "And?"Suzanne let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. "What, you think I should forgive you because you weren’t the one personally slipping the pills into my drugs?" She scoffed, crossing her arms. "Whether you did it or not, Charles, I’m divorcing you."Charles’ expression darkened. His gaze flickered to Liam, standing silently beside her, and something inside him snapped."Because of this brat?" He let out a harsh laugh, stepping closer. "Why am I
Marriage officeThe Room Fell into a Stunned SilenceLiam turned first, his grip on Suzanne tightening instinctively. Suzanne, however, froze. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lowered her phone.The voice echoed again, low and dangerous. "Let. Her. Go."And then—he stepped forward.Charles Langford.Tall, commanding, dressed in a sharp black suit that screamed power and authority. His cold, piercing eyes locked onto Liam’s hand resting protectively around Suzanne’s waist.Suzanne’s heart slammed against her ribs. It had been years since she last saw him, and yet… nothing had changed. The same presence. The same intensity.Finn, who had been on the verge of losing his mind already, suddenly smirked, stepping back like a spectator who had just been given front-row seats to an unexpected showdown.“Well, well, well,” Finn drawled, crossing his arms. “Now this just got interesting.”Liam, unfazed, simply tilted his head, his expression unreadable. Slowly, deliberately, he tightened hi
Mira locked eyes with her mother, her voice steady but laced with curiosity. "Tell me this story. I want to know how all of this started."A single tear slipped down Eloise’s cheek, but she made no move to wipe it away."I was your father's secretary back in the day," she began, her voice soft yet heavy with emotion. "We fell in love, and things were going fine—secretly. We didn’t want anyone to know, especially not his family. But then… I found out I was pregnant with Liam."Mira remained silent, her face unreadable."When I told your father, he was overjoyed. He told me he was going to marry me. We were so naive… We thought love was enough. Then, we broke the news to his parents." She let out a humorless laugh. "What we expected was nothing like congratulations. It was a disaster. His parents had already arranged his marriage—to Felicia Richmond, the heiress to the Richmond empire."Mira's eyes narrowed. "We're richer than the Richmonds, Mom," she almost shouted, frustration bubblin
Eloise collapsed onto the couch, exhaustion weighing on her. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard hurried footsteps."Mom!" Mira rushed in, her eyes scanning her mother. "What happened? You said you weren’t feeling well. Are you okay now?"Eloise sighed, sitting up slowly. She studied her daughter for a moment before saying, "I was at the hospital."Mira’s brows furrowed. "Okay… What did the doctor say?"Eloise shook her head. "I'm not sick, Mira."Mira froze, confusion replacing concern. "Then why the hell did you call me, making me think something was wrong?"Eloise hesitated. She had struggled with how to bring this up, but there was no easy way. "It’s about your father."Mira let out an irritated sigh and dropped onto a chair. "Of course, it is. Why did I even ask?" She crossed her legs, her tone dry. "So, what? You want me to light a candle for him? Pray for a miracle?"Eloise’s jaw clenched. "Mira, he’s dying."Mira’s expression didn’t change. "And?"Eloise’s voice grew desper
The conference hall was filled with an air of tension as the panel of doctors sat around the long table, discussing the critical operation. Dr. Chris Murphy took the lead, his expression serious as he cleared his throat.“As we all know, the chairman’s condition is deteriorating rapidly,” he began, glancing at the senior doctors. “His collapse today was proof that time is against us. We can’t afford to delay any longer.” He turned slightly toward Liam. “For this surgery, I will be handling the pancreatic procedure while Dr. Carter leads the heart transplant.”Liam leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. His eyes were sharp, analyzing every word.“We have decided on a date—three days from now,” Chris continued smoothly.Liam’s jaw clenched. “Why that date?”Chris barely looked at him. “Because it aligns with the best possible team availability and ensures we’re fully prepared.”Liam wasn’t convinced. “I’m scheduled for an important transplant surgery that day. One involving a key donor