Kelly It had been a long, grueling day at work, one of those days where every decision seemed to amplify the pressure. The Ethics Committee had been circling, their discussions hinting at censure or worse, expulsion. Somehow, I managed to convince them to hold off for now. I couldn't entirely blame them; the controversies surrounding me had been so much. Still, the last thing I wanted to do was address any of the scandals. By the time I arrived at Harper’s school, I could feel the pressure in my neck, the tightness in my chest. I’d tried to ignore it, tried to convince myself it was just another normal day. But the flash of cameras in the distance told me otherwise. The paparazzi were here, and they had found Harper. As I stepped out of the car, my heart pounded. It wasn’t the first time my privacy had been invaded, but seeing them camped out near the gates of my daughter’s school felt like a line had been crossed. A group of photographers stood, cameras raised, hoping for an op
Anderson I leaned back in my chair, letting out a low sigh as my eyes trailed over the screen of my laptop. The inbox was buzzing with unread messages, but my mind wasn’t on work. No matter how hard I tried, Kelly dominated my thoughts. With a snap, I closed the laptop and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to shake her image from my head. But how could I? The memory of her fiery glare from earlier today played on a loop in my head. Kelly stormed past me, anger radiating from every step she took, her voice sharp and firm as she warned me to stay away from her daughter. And yet, all I could think was, How could someone be so beautiful even when she's angry? I let out a short laugh, leaning backward on the chair. “You’re a fool,” I muttered under my breath, but the smirk creeping onto my lips betrayed me. There was no denying it anymore, no sense in pretending I was charmed by her. “This is it,” I said, leaning back and folding my arms. “I’m falling in love with Kelly again.”
Kelly The streets were quieter than usual as I drove toward Adrian’s family house, but the storm inside me was anything but calm. Harper sat in the backseat, humming a song she had learned in school, completely oblivious to the weight pressing on me. I tightened my grip on the wheel, breathing in deeply to steady my nerves. Adrian was back in the city, and tonight was the customary family dinner. It wasn’t a tradition I enjoyed, but it was necessary to maintain the facade. Over the years, Adrian’s family had become fond of me, showering Harper with love and acceptance as their granddaughter. They believed what Adrian and I had were real: that we were married and Harper was his child. It had been Adrian's suggestion to keep our arrangement a secret from them. “It’ll save everyone unnecessary drama,” he’d said. And I had agreed, not knowing how much that lie would come to suffocate me. Adrian arrived before us, he greeted us by the porch, his usual composed expression softeni
Kelly The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth of the blanket covering me. It smelled faintly of Adrian—clean, Oud, and grounding. I sat up, rubbing the dull ache in my temple, trying to remember how I ended up here. The memories came back slowly: Adrian bringing me home, his firm hands steadying me when my legs wobbled from exhaustion and maybe just a little wine. Stretching, I got to my feet and strolled to Adrian’s room to check on him. His room door was slightly ajar, and the bed was neatly made, untouched. He wasn’t there. The kitchen was my next stop. A hangover demanded caffeine and something strong to fight off the sluggishness. But as soon as I walked in, I saw the plate sitting on the counter, carefully covered with a lid. A note peeked out underneath the plate. The messages reads: ‘I made this food for you in case you wake up and feel hungry. Make sure you eat on time’ I smiled, my cheeks warming. Adrian was always so thoughtful, even when I didn’
Kelly The room felt like it had shrunk. My pulse pounded in my ears as the person standing before me was no other person than Lucian. Of all people, of all places. Laugh escaped through my lips before I could stop it, a sharp, humorless sound that echoed awkwardly in the small space. Lucian, now stood in front of me wearing a refined police uniform. Lucian as a cop? This had to be some stupid joke. "Lucian?" I managed, disbelief coating my voice. "You're a—what? A police officer now?" He smiled faintly, but there was no trace of Lucian—the psycho I used to know. His posture was straight, his face unreadable. "Kelly," he said, his tone even. "It's been a while." Under normal circumstances, I would've made a snarky comment, something about how ridiculous it was that the man who once tried to take advantage of me, was now enforcing the law. But today, I didn’t have the energy for it. "Start talking," I demanded, folding my arms across my chest. My tone was low but sharp enough.
Kate Kelly? I hissed. Seeing her here brought nothing but a sharp, burning anger to my chest. Kelly or was it Kendra now? The self-righteous sister who always managed to poke her nose into things that didn’t concern her had somehow found him. Our father. I had made sure to hide him away from her, I travelled all the way to Oklahoma to hide him just for Kelly to find him without even stressing a finger. Locking eyes with her again, I felt a sneer curl at the corner of my lips. I cursed under my breath and turned on my heel, walking with unwavering confidence into the building. I refused to let her presence rattle me. The lobby smelled like antiseptic, the sound of fluorescent lights above doing nothing to soothe the irritation I felt. I approached the counter, my heels clicking against the tiled floor. “I'm here to see Louis Brooks,” I asked, forcing a sweet smile. “I’m his daughter, and I’d love to see him now.” The nurse behind the counter gave me a skeptical look but n
Lucian I used to be someone else. Someone lost. Someone who couldn’t see beyond the moment, let alone understand the consequences of his actions. It’s funny how people can change, how life can slap you awake when you least expect it. I didn’t always have this clarity. I wasn’t always the man I am now. I was just the mentally unstable Anderson’s younger brother, the one who never quite fit in. I lived in his shadow, always trying to find my place, always battling the instability inside me. I didn’t know it then, but that mental turmoil, those feeling of anxiety, anger, and despair were shaping me into a man who would eventually do things I could never take back. Back then, I was a mess. My mind was a maze I couldn’t navigate. And the more I tried to find my way, the more I got lost. I drank to numb the pain. I fought to prove something, anything. It wasn’t until I hit rock bottom that I realized I had to change. I don’t know what snapped inside me, but one day, I woke up and realiz
Kelly I was shocked to see Kate. I shouldn’t have been, though. She was family, after all. But after everything that had happened, it still hurt to see her standing there. The air between us had always been suffocating with unspoken words, and now that she was in front of me, I couldn't help but wonder if this was another one of her games. Another one of her manipulations. But then there was Lucian. That was the real shock. How had he gone from being the mess of a person I once knew, to this...healthy, refined police officer? It didn’t make sense. It was funny to think about, in a way. Lucian, the man who once made my skin crawl, was now playing the part of a man in control. How did someone like him, someone who had been so lost, so unstable—transform into someone I could almost look at with a sense of respect? It didn’t sit right with me. I couldn’t change the past in my mind, though. He was still the same person to me, even if his appearance had changed. The fear that he could st
Dear Readers, I can’t believe we’ve reached the end of Kelly’s story. Writing this book has been an emotional rollercoaster, and I know many of you have felt the highs and lows just as deeply as I have. Kelly’s journey wasn’t easy, there was pain, heartbreak, and moments where it seemed like happiness was out of reach. But through it all, she found strength, love, and a future worth fighting for. To everyone who stuck by this story, who cried, laughed, and rooted for Kelly, Aiden, Adrian, and even the complicated characters like Anderson and Kate, thank you. Your love and support mean everything. Though this book has ended, Kelly’s story will always live on in our hearts. And who knows? Maybe one day, there will be more to tell. But for now, I hope this ending brings you the closure and warmth that Kelly fought so hard to find. With love and gratitude, MOONCHILD.
Kelly The sun is warm against my skin, the sky a perfect colour of blue. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass. The sound of distant laughter and murmured conversations fills the air, blending seamlessly with the soft notes of a violin playing somewhere nearby. It’s perfect. Everything about this day feels surreal, like stepping into a dream I never dared to imagine. A real wedding. Not a hidden ceremony. Not a desperate attempt to silence rumors. Just love. I close my eyes for a brief moment, taking it all in. The gentle rustling of the trees. The faint sound of conversation. The quiet presence of everyone who matters. Adrian’s family is here. After months of resentment and distance, they came. His mother, his father, Olivia, both watching with cautious but genuine smiles. Susan is here, standing with them, her expression warm, proud. And in the distance, I see Aiden straightening his suit, looking nervous and determined at the same time. Harper,
KellyNine months. Nine long, exhausting, emotional months. And now, I’m here. In a hospital bed, drenched in sweat, gripping Adrian’s hand so tightly that I’m sure I’ve cut off his circulation. My body feels like it’s being torn apart, and yet, I push. “Just a little more, Kelly!” the doctor encourages. Easy for them to say. They aren’t the ones feeling like their body is being split open. Adrian leans close, his lips brushing my forehead. “You’re almost there,” he murmurs, his voice steady, calming. “I’ve got you.” Tears sting my eyes. I don’t know if it’s from the pain or the overwhelming feeling that this moment is actually happening. And then, a sharp cry fills the room. My breath catches. The world seemed to stop. The doctor lifts a tiny, wriggling body into the air. “It’s a girl!” A sob escapes me. I collapse back against the pillows, my whole body trembling. Tears slip down my temples as I hear my daughter’s first sounds. I did it. She’s here. Adrian presses a
Kelly The morning is cold, the kind of D.C winter chill that seeps through the layers of your clothes and lingers deep in your bones. I clutch my coffee cup tighter, trying to soak in the warmth as I step out of the café. The city is alive as always, cars honking, people hurrying past, lost in their own worlds. And then I see her. At first, I didn't recognize the figure crouched near the side of the building, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, the fabric frayed at the edges. Her hair is tangled, falling over a gaunt face. Her fingers, red from the cold, clutch a small cardboard sign. ‘Hungry. Please help.’My breath catches. Kate. She’s thinner than I remember. A shell of the woman she once was. She sits with her knees pulled close, gaze darting to every passerby, but no one stops. No one even looks at her. And I realize, this is what rock bottom looks like. For a long moment, I just stood there. Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I move. She doesn’t notice me at fir
Kelly It happens on a quiet afternoon. Adrian and I are sitting on the couch, Harper curled up between us, absentmindedly flipping through a picture book while Adrian scrolls through emails on his phone. It’s peaceful. And then, I see his posture stiffen. I glance at him. “What’s wrong?” His brows are furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as he reads whatever message is on his screen. For a long moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, finally, he exhales, setting the phone down on his thigh. “My parents,” he says, rubbing his jaw. “They want to talk.” I blink. I wasn’t expecting that. “Talk… as in?” “As in dinner. A sit-down conversation.” He shakes his head slightly, as if he’s still processing it himself. “They sent an invitation. No conditions. Just… a request to see me.” I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. His parents and I became a sore subject, one of the few places where his love for me had cost him something. I know how deeply it hurt him when they rej
KellyThe call came in the middle of the night. I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. My first thought is that it’s Adrian, maybe he’s checking in from the living room where he sometimes falls asleep after reading. But when I grab my phone and see Susan’s name glowing on the screen, my stomach twists. I answer on the second ring. “He’s gone,” she says softly. Two words. Just two words, and for a second, I feel absolutely nothing. I sit there in the dark, the phone pressed to my ear, my mind blank. I should have expected it, Anderson’s health had been failing, and yet… hearing it, knowing it’s real, knowing there will never be another word, another regret-filled gaze, it’s different. Susan stays quiet, as if she knows I needed a moment. Then, like a wave finally crashing, it hits. A sharp, aching weight pressing down on my chest. My throat tightens, my vision blurs, and before I can stop it, I let out a small, choked sob. I feel Adrian shift be
KellyI grip Aiden’s hand tighter as we walk down the hallway, past closed doors and nurses who barely glance at us. His fingers clutch mine, his other hand curled into a fist at his side. I wonder if he’s nervous. If he regrets coming. Because I do. I swallow hard as we stop outside Anderson’s room. The door is slightly ajar, but I don’t move. Aiden looks up at me, uncertain. His dark eyes are searching, waiting for me to give him permission to go inside. I force myself to nod. “Are you ready?” He hesitates, then nods back. I push the door open. And we stepped. Anderson looks… different. His skin is pale, almost gray under the harsh hospital lights. The strong, confident posture he once carried is gone, replaced by sunken shoulders and frail limbs tangled in hospital sheets. But his eyes, the sharpness in them, the smug curve of his lips, that’s still him. His gaze drifts past me, landing on Aiden. And his smirk, despite everything, still appears. “Thanks for coming.” Hi
Kelly The call came in the middle of the night. My phone buzzes against the nightstand, dragging me from sleep. I blink, groggy, confusion heavy in my head as I fumble for it. Adrian stirs beside me, mumbling something unintelligible before rolling over. I don’t recognize the number. But the moment I press the phone to my ear, Susan’s voice, low and weighted with something different fills the silence. “Kelly, I’m sorry for calling so late.” I sit up instantly, dread curling in my stomach. “What’s wrong?”A beat. Then….“It’s Anderson. He doesn’t have much time.” The words don’t sink in right away. My fingers tighten around the phone. “What do you mean?” Susan exhales. “His condition worsened tonight. The doctors don’t think he’ll make it much longer. If you—” She hesitates. “If Aiden wants to see him, it has to be soon.” The room feels colder. I glance at the clock. 2:17 AM. The world outside quiet by this moment. But my body knows. My body feels the shift, I felt goo
KellyHarper was avoiding me. It wasn’t like the usual tantrums when she was upset over bedtime or not getting a second helping with ice cream. This was different. It had been days now, long enough for the silence to settle like a weight in my chest. She wouldn’t sit next to me at breakfast. Wouldn’t let me brush her hair. Wouldn’t even look me in the eyes when I spoke to her. But she clung to Adrian. If Adrian walked into a room, she was at his side in seconds, grabbing his hand, leaning against him, giggling at every little thing he said. She held onto him like he was her safe place, like she was afraid of something. Or someone. And that someone was me. I didn’t know what I had done. But I knew it was breaking me. ……It was bedtime when I finally couldn’t take it anymore. Adrian had just tucked Harper in, but instead of curling into her blankets the way she usually did, she turned away from me when I walked into the room. I swallowed the hurt and sat on the edge of her be