Life in the Blake family was a nightmare for Crystal. Despite being married to Christian Blake, the powerful CEO, for three years, she couldn’t conceive, becoming the target of endless scorn and humiliation. When she finally found out about Christian's affair with his mistress, Ilda, the woman he’d chosen over her, her heart shattered. But just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, she found herself carrying Christian’s child in secret. However, as Christian prepares to marry Ilda, a shocking truth emerges— the child she was carrying was not his. What will happen when Christian realizes the woman he betrayed and cast aside had his heir all along? Will he regret his choices, or has he already lost everything, including Crystal’s love
もっと見るThe Blackwood's mansion was eerily silent, the only sound coming from the faint ticking of the grand clock in the hallway. The dim chandelier light cast long shadows across the lavish dining room, where Crystal sat alone.She stirred the soup in front of her absentmindedly, her stomach unsettled by the strange cravings that had come and gone these past few days. Tonight, hunger had struck late, and she found herself eating when the rest of the house had already gone quiet.Then, suddenly—BANG!The front door slammed open with a force that sent a sharp jolt through her chest.Crystal turned sharply, her spoon clattering against the ceramic bowl.There, standing unsteadily in the doorway, was Adrian.His brown hair was disheveled, a few strands sticking to his damp forehead. His usually sharp, indifferent gaze was clouded—bloodshot and heavy-lidded. The crisp white of his shirt was now wrinkled and untucked, stained with something darker along the sleeves.But what caught her attention
Ilda’s reflection in the mirror was flawless—her dark eyes lined with precision, her lips painted a soft shade of rose, her hair cascading down in effortless waves. But beneath the surface, tension tightened her jaw.She exhaled slowly, fingers grazing over the strap of her small bag. She couldn’t afford mistakes.Then, as if on cue, her phone buzzed.She lifted it to her ear, her voice smooth but firm.“I’m ready.”A pause. Then a low voice on the other end responded.“Five minutes.”The call ended.Ilda’s grip on the phone tightened before she slid it into her bag. She straightened her posture, smoothing out her dress with practiced ease. She had played this game for a long time—secrecy was nothing new.She stepped outside just as a sleek black car pulled up. Without hesitation, she slipped inside.From the upstairs window, Olivia’s gaze followed the car as it moved down the long driveway.She pulled out her phone and, with a slow smirk, typed out the license plate number.“Let’s se
The air in the room was thick with tension, suffocating and heavy. His sharp gaze flickered between Evelyn, Betty, and the open jewelry box clutched in Betty’s smug grip.Evelyn’s face hardened. “Adrian, this is not your concern.”Adrian’s expression remained unreadable, but his eyes lingered on Crystal—her tear-streaked face, the way she trembled, her small hands clenched into fists at her sides.“Who found the jewelry?” His voice was calm, yet laced with something sharp.Betty lifted her chin. “I did. In her clothes.”Crystal swallowed hard, her body rigid with panic. “I didn’t put it there,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.Adrian exhaled sharply through his nose, rubbing his temple as if trying to suppress an impending headache. He turned back to Betty. “And you just happened to find it? In a place she would never hide something so obvious?”Betty’s lips thinned. “Are you implying I planted it?”Adrian arched his brow. “I didn’t say that. But it’s funny how quick y
The aroma of rich spices filled the mansion as Crystal stood over the stove, stirring a dish she had perfected long ago—a recipe she used to cook for Christian’s family. Her hands moved swiftly, multitasking between the simmering pot and the bread she was kneading. The house had fewer workers now, as most had resigned, unable to cope with the Blake family’s unpredictable temperaments.Crystal, however, had no choice.She had already finished the laundry, scrubbing the sheets and pressing clothes with aching hands. Now, the heat from the kitchen mixed with her exhaustion, making her head feel unbearably heavy. Her legs trembled beneath her, but she clenched her teeth and pushed through it. She couldn't afford to collapse.When the meal was ready, the caterers served it with precision. The family ate in silence, enjoying every bite—yet, not a single word of appreciation was uttered. Crystal wasn’t surprised. She simply took a step back, watching as plates emptied, her own stomach twisti
Evelyn’s cold gaze flickered between Betty and Crystal. Her silence was heavier than words, but when she finally spoke, her tone was sharp and laced with authority."Betty, if you have nothing better to do than act like a spoiled child, find yourself something useful." She didn’t wait for a response. “Don’t embarrass yourself further.”Betty’s mouth opened slightly, but Evelyn had already turned away, walking off as if the matter wasn’t worth another second of her time.The moment she was gone, Betty’s lips curled into a bitter smirk as she stepped closer to Crystal, lowering her voice to a threatening whisper.“You think you’ve won something?” She scoffed. “Let me make one thing clear—you’ll regret ever stepping foot in this house. I’m going to make your life miserable.”Crystal didn’t flinch, but her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress. She knew Betty meant every word.********** The hospital air was cold, carrying the sterile scent of antiseptics and fresh linen. Ild
Adrian stepped into the supermarket, the cold air-conditioning brushing against his skin. His sharp eyes immediately scanned the aisles, and it didn’t take him long to spot her.Crystal was a few rows ahead, her small frame pushing a cart as she carefully checked the list Evelyn had given her. She moved slowly, her attention focused, oblivious to everything around her—including him.The supermarket was crowded, making it easy for him to stay unnoticed. He moved to the opposite side, pretending to browse the shelves, but his eyes kept flickering back to her.She looked… out of place.The oversized sweater she wore, the way she clutched the list like it was her lifeline, it was obvious she wasn’t used to simple things like this. It made something in him tighten.Adrian took his time, walking through the aisles and picking up random items—things he didn’t even need. He wasn’t in a hurry to leave, though he didn’t understand why he was lingering.Crystal, on the other hand, had already fi
The kitchen was quiet, except for the soft clinking of utensils as Crystal wiped down the counter. The faint aroma of butter and freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, but she barely noticed. Her hands moved mechanically, scrubbing away at a stubborn stain on the wooden surface.She wasn’t just cleaning; she was keeping herself occupied—trying to push away the endless thoughts clawing at her mind.Just then, the sound of heels clicking against the tiled floor made her pause.Evelyn entered, elegant as always, her sharp eyes sweeping over Crystal before she spoke. “You’ll need to go out for grocery shopping today.”Crystal turned, wiping her damp hands on the rag she held. Evelyn reached into her purse, pulling out a neatly folded list and a sleek black card.“Here,” she said, placing them on the counter. “Make sure you get everything on that list. And don’t take all day.”Crystal nodded silently, taking the list and card without question.Evelyn barely spared her another glance bef
The morning sunlight seeped through the mansion’s grand windows, casting a warm glow over the polished floors. Outside, the faint chirping of birds signaled the start of a new day, but inside Christian Blake’s private study, the air was thick with concentration.Christian sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, his sharp eyes glued to the screen as his fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard. The faint sound of typing filled the otherwise silent room, the only other movement being the slight furrow of his brow as he worked.The door creaked open.“Working already?”Olivia’s smooth voice cut through the quiet, carrying that usual tone of motherly observation mixed with something else—something subtle, unreadable.Christian didn’t look up immediately. “Morning, Mother,” he greeted, his voice even.Olivia stepped inside, her silk robe flowing elegantly around her as she made her way toward him. Her gaze swept across the room before landing on the pile of documents beside him.She til
The grand double doors of the Blake mansion swung open as Christian and Ilda stepped inside. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, the echoes of flashing cameras and relentless questions still lingering in their minds. The staff stood silently, bowing slightly as Christian walked past them without a glance, his grip on Ilda’s hand loosening the moment they were inside.The flashing cameras, the gasps, the way the media clung onto Christian’s every word—it was everything she had wanted. And when he declared her as someone special, his future wife, the mother of his heir, she felt an intoxicating rush of victory.But she couldn’t let it show.Not yet.She turned to Christian, schooling her expression into one of concern. She let her fingers trail lightly over her wrist, a subtle touch, hesitant. “Christian…” she murmured, her voice just soft enough to seem sincere.Christian walked to the bar without sparing her a glance. The crystal glass clinked against the counter as he po
Crystal sat on the balcony of the grand Blake mansion, her eyes distant as she gazed at the sprawling gardens below. The luxury around her was suffocating, a cruel reminder of how little she belonged. For over three years, she had lived in this house as Christian Blake’s wife, yet she had never felt more like a stranger, and no one regarded her as part of the family.The whispers of scorn and judgment from Christian's family echoed in her mind. "Three years, and still no child?" Olivia, Christian’s mother, had sneered just days ago during a family dinner. "What good is she to this family if she can’t even fulfill her most basic duty?" Her heart ached at the memory. The Blake family had never accepted her, not truly. They saw her as an outsider, an interloper who didn’t deserve to carry their legacy. Even the maids gossiped about her when they thought she couldn’t hear. From the hallway below, faint voices drifted up. "Poor Mrs. Blake," one maid murmured. "She tries so hard, but ...
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