“Nova please, I beg of you. I will do anything to gain your forgiveness”. Zephyr begged as he used his hands to brush his hair desperately. “Forgiveness?” Nova asked with widened eyes and a surprised smirk. You said you didn't want anything to do with me. “I.. I didn't know what I was saying, baby. I need you in my life”. He replied. “No.. Nova interrupted before he could even speak further. You have no fucking right to come back into my life”. Her voice raised and her face turned red as she gritted her teeth. “Go back to your mistress”. She directed angrily, and just so you know, I am with eryx now. She said with a satisfied tone. “WHAT!!” zephyr exclaimed. “You belong to me Nova and I will chase you to the end of the earth till you are mine again”. Zephyr’s voice cracked, his eyes glistening with something that wasn't just anger. On the day she divorced her husband due to his drastic change and betrayal. She found out she was pregnant but she couldn't tell her husband about it because he had moved on with someone else who he got pregnant. She moved to another city with the help of her husband's brother Eryx, who also helped her raise her son. Years later everything was going well as she was now a famous actress, until her little son brought his father home.
View More"Finally," the woman said, her voice smooth but rich with a thick British accent. “I don’t have to pretend anymore.” The words left everyone stunned. This girl wasn't Hazel. She sounded entirely different and the accent couldn't possibly belong to Hazel because Hazel wasn't British, she was born and bred in the states. “This is such a relief, I must say," the girl sighed and reached up, pulling the wig from her head. Red hair tumbled free, cascading down her shoulders. Her face was nearly identical to the real Hazel, but now, without the blonde wig and with the accent, the differences became more pronounced. Kevin stared at her. “What the hell is this?” he demanded, his voice trembling. The imposter smiled and shrugged. “Oh, Kevin, don’t look so surprised,” she said, her British getting even more obvious with each word. “I'm sure you would have eventually noticed how much I struggled to keep that fake accent.” “You…” Kevin took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sid
The dining room was quiet as Hazel looked at Willow quizzically. “Question?" Monica asked and looked between them tensely. What was she talking about? Willow took a step forward, her eyes boring into Hazel. “I have a question for you,” she repeated. Hazel, seated at Kevin’s side, stiffened slightly but held her composure. She couldn't act shocked. And although she could hear the mischief in Willow's tone, she had to act calm. “What now, Willow?” she replied, feigning nonchalance, though her tone betrayed a trace of anxiety. Monica too was a little irritated. She'd tried to put Willow down all evening. Hoping that she'd take the hint and hide her face in shame. But now she was even calling more attention to herself. “Hazel, why don't you tell us," Willow tilted her head, her smirk widening. “What’s your middle name?” The room immediately went quiet. Hazel's eyes widened and her fingers tightened around the napkin on her lap, her lips parting slightly as though she wanted to spea
Kevin’s breathing was steady now, though his face was still pale as he sat in the living room, recovering from the earlier ordeal. Hazel could barely hold herself as she looked at him worriedly,His eyes, however, burned with anger as he turned to Willow, who stood near the door with her arms crossed. “Willow,” he began, his voice firm and filled with frustration, “what did you just do?!" Willow shrugged but said nothing as she folded her arms and glared at him. “What you did was reckless, dangerous, and completely unacceptable. Don’t you ever try something like that again!” Willow didn’t flinch. Instead, she met his gaze with a calm defiance, her tone cool. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, Kevin. As long as I’m in this house, I’ll do whatever I want.” Kevin’s jaw clenched. “You’re not in charge here. You could’ve killed me!” She stepped closer, her voice sharp and unwavering. “But I didn’t. I was just proving to you that you're in danger with a woman who doesn't even
Hazel looked displeased at her efforts. “You didn't have to cook, I can make breakfast in my own home," she hissed. Willow put on an innocent face and shrugged, “I didn't mean to upset you, I was only trying to help." Hazel stared at Willow for a few seconds, just glaring at her without saying a word. She thought that Willow must really be desperate to please Kevin and herself so she can stay. “I guess you might as well be useful if you're going to stay here,” she sighed and looked at the food, as if inspecting it. Willow finally smiled and sat across from Kevin and Hazel, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she toyed with her fork. “Do you like it, Hazel?" Willow asked with a sweet smile that didn't reach her eyes. Hazel scoffed. “Do you enjoy making things uncomfortable, Willow? Or is it just second nature to you?” Willow didn’t look up. “Oh, I wouldn’t dream of making anyone uncomfortable. I’m just enjoying breakfast.” Her tone was sweet, but the sarcasm was impossible t
Hazel’s eyes narrowed as Willow stood defiantly.The priest looked a little confused because never in a long time had he seen any opposition against marriage in his cathedral. “What?" He asked, a little stunned. People in the crowd gasped and looked at Willow strangely, some turning to stare at Hazel with questioning eyes but she quickly composed herself, forcing a tight smile. “You have something against this union?" He asked, surprised. Willow turned around and faced the crowd with a sly smile. “I just realized something,” she said sweetly. “I almost forgot to wish you a happy birthday, Hazel.” Everyone looked surprised and then a few clapped nervously. Most were wondering if this was why she'd interrupted the marriage. “I mean, you must feel very lucky, getting married on your special day. Isn’t that something to celebrate?” The words were polite on the surface, but it was a subtle reminder that she wasn’t going anywhere without a fight. Hazel blinked, momentarily thrown
Therapy had been the solution Willow had agreed to weigh Kevin. But now, she couldn't get him to come along. Hazel had gotten so far with her manipulation that Kevin only did what she wanted. That afternoon, Willow sat in the dimly lit office of Kevin's therapist. The doctor had prescribed his drugs but still, he wasn't getting any better. He still walked around like a zombie, not knowing exactly what was happening around him. “He couldn't make the visit?" The therapist asked as he looked down his glasses at Willow. “No, I have tried everything I could. He won't leave the house with me." Willow replied. But she knew quite well it was because of Hazel's influence. The therapist sighed heavily and nodded, “How's he doing?" “He’s been acting so… distant,” Willow began, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like he’s there, but he’s not really there. He barely looks at me, and when he does, it’s like he’s trying to push me away. I don’t know what to do anymore.” The therapist n
Willow’s breath caught in her throat. For a moment, she was struck silent, the true meaning of Monica’s words felt like it was meant to hurt her, to come down on her like a physical blow. “Or didn't you know the laws? I thought you were some sort of a lawyer," Madam Monica scoffed. Willow knew she was right. The law didn't recognize or honor any marriage with a retard. “i am not a lawyer and I don’t care about the laws,” Willow said, her voice trembling slightly. “Kevin and I love each other, and that’s what matters.” “Love? Are you kidding?" Hazel scoffed, “don't be pathetic! We all know that love doesn't matter right now. He isn't your husband.” Willow sighed. "You can throw all the rules and insults you want at me, but you can’t change that.” Monica’s lips curled into a sneer. “Love is a fleeting illusion, my dear. What Kevin needs is stability. Guidance. Someone who understands the burden of his condition, not someone who enables it.” Willow felt like she'd be physicall
The moment the door burst open and the paparazzi flooded in, their cameras flashing, Willow’s breath caught in her throat. Hazel had done this. No doubt about that. Even as she snapped at Willow, there was a cruel smirk on her face. The tiny bathroom became a pit of chaos, as the press people continued to shout and ask so many questions that Willow’s bead began to spin. “Who are you to Kevin?” One of the paparazzi asked as she shoved a mic in Willow's face. “Hey, get away from me!” Willow said, moving back until Kevin was right behind her. "So you came in here to mess with my husband, huh? You should be ashamed of yourself!” Hazel sneered angrily at her. “He came in here, I didn't bring him." Willow shot back. Hazel looked stunned that she was still defensive. “Why were you kissing him?” One of them asked, “are you his mistress?” Willow could barely think, her eyes darting to Kevin. Was she his mistress? Willow itched to say that she was his wife. His lawfully wedded wife. B
Willow was hurt. How could Kevin think that she was Hazel's sister? Was his condition really so bad? “Kevin, don't you remember me?" She asked. Hazel looked at her quizzically, "Didn't you just say his condition is terrible? Are you going to shock him and make it worse?” She whispered. Willow saw how distraught Kevin looked. Of course she didn't want to make it worse. She had to sigh and agree that Hazel was her sister. “Of course, she's my sister,” Willow replied with a soft tone. Hazel smirked and led Kevin inside. Willow was broken. Her life had just shattered in one day. Kevin didn't remember her. His memory was fragmented. The next morning, Willow stood in the kitchen, staring blankly at the steaming cup of tea in her hands. She was worried. Kevin's mind was in shambles. He refused to go with her to therapy and Hazel was now in full control of his life. In the days since Kevin’s condition had deteriorated, Willow had been forced to play along with the pretense that she
“Common zephyr, stop it, your wife Nova is waiting outside”. Tiana whispered coyly to Zephyr, who was lustfully sniffing and nuzzling her neck with desperate intensity.“Don't pay attention to her, let's have a quickie, okay”. He said in a commanding and raspy voice that seemed otherworldly. He moves his hands that laid on her exposed cleavage to his trousers, fumbling with the zipper.“I want to fuck you right now Tiana, against that door, so she can hear us”. He growled with silent anger, his breath quickening as he kissed her more aggressively.“Stop it Zephyr, at least let's hear what she has to say”. Tiana reprimanded, pushing his hands away and biting her lips seductively.“Shit, he whispered under his breath. What the hell does she want?” His eyes darkened as he hated the interruption. Hasn't she done enough? He thought within him. She betrayed him even after all the things he had done for her.He guessed the saying, once a stripper, always a stripper, was true. Don't ask him w...
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