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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
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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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Crystal parked her car in the long driveway of the Blake mansion, her heart pounding with anxiety and rage. The sprawling estate loomed before her, but tonight it felt more like a fortress, shielding the people who had caused her so much pain. As she stepped inside, the sound of voices carried from the living room. she paused in the grand foyer, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Olivia Blake, Christian’s mother, seated on the cream leather couch. Beside her was Christian’s younger sister, Danielle, and a few other family friends. Their laughter filled the space, but it didn’t reach Crystal’s heart. Her first thought was that perhaps they had called a meeting to address Christian’s public humiliation of her. Maybe, for once, they would stand on her side and hold him accountable. But the mocking smiles on their faces quickly shattered that illusion. Crystal took a deep breath and walked toward the group. As she approached, the laughter died down, replaced by cold, scrutinizing sta
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Crystal clutched her luggage tightly, her trembling hands resting briefly on her belly. “I’ll fight for us,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “Your father doesn’t deserve you. I promise, I’ll protect you no matter what.” She paused, as though seeking comfort from her own words, her thumb brushing against her stomach. The darkening sky mirrored her sinking heart as she stood outside the Blake mansion, her belongings scattered around her. She had no idea where to go. With no friends in the city and no family to rely on—she had cut ties with them when they opposed her marriage to Christian—she felt utterly alone. “I should have listened,” she murmured, her voice trembling with regret. “I should have seen through the lies. But now… now, this is my reality.” She exhaled shakily and flagged down a taxi. The car pulled up, and she struggled to load her luggage into the trunk, her hands trembling with exhaustion and emotion. “Where to, ma’am?” the driver asked. Crystal hesitated f
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Crystal took one last look at the grand estate behind her. The mansion had always been her home, a place of love and warmth. But tonight, it felt like nothing more than a cruel reminder of everything she had lost.She tightened her grip on the handle of her suitcase, the weight of it dragging behind her like the burden in her heart. The cold night air nipped at her skin as she stood there, waiting—hoping—that at any moment, her mother would come running out, calling her back.But the house remained silent. The golden lights glowed softly through the windows, almost mocking her, as if life inside continued without her.Her mother’s final words echoed in her mind, sharp and unforgiving."You made your choice, Crystal. Now live with it."Her chest ached as she clenched her fists, willing herself not to cry. She had known her parents would be upset, disappointed even. She had defied them by choosing love over family, by marrying Christian against their wishes. But she had never expect
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Her eyes fluttered open, the dim light of a lamp casting a golden glow over the unfamiliar room. The air smelled of fresh linen and something faintly medicinal. The mattress beneath her was firm but comfortable, and she realized she was tucked beneath a thick blanket.The unfamiliar room around her was simple yet neat—light-colored walls, a wooden dresser, and a chair near the window where the golden sunlight cast long, warm streaks across the floor. It was quiet. Too quiet.She swallowed against the dryness in her throat, attempting to push herself up, but even that small effort made her limbs tremble. She felt weak—far weaker than she had ever felt before. Her fingers barely had the strength to grip the sheets.Where was she?Panic shot through her veins as she struggled to sit up, but a strong, steady voice stopped her."Easy. You need to rest."Crystal turned toward the voice, her heart pounding. A man sat in a chair beside the bed, his dark eyes watching her with quiet concern.
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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
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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
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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
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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
