Ariana Winslow is a 23-year-old virgin, residing with her three protective brothers in the country village. Her striking appearance bore an uncanny resemblance to the enigmatic long-runway wife of the infamous billionaire mafia, Grayson Anderson. One fateful day, Ariana's life took a dramatic turn when she discovered herself confined within the walls of an unfamiliar mansion, bound as the wife of Greyson Anderson. To compound the surreal situation, she realized she was pregnant with his child, her once-simple existence now entangled in the complex web of Anderson's brutal world full of secrets.
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My name is Ariana Winslow, and I am 23 years old. I live with my three brothers, Matthew, Ethan, and Gabriel. Our dad passed away in a car accident while rushing to the hospital from work to see my mother, who was about to give birth to me. My mother was determined not to give birth before my dad arrived. Because of the complications, the doctors had to perform a c-section to deliver me. The next day, when my mother received the news of her husband's death, she left the hospital and has been missing ever since. No one knows where she went. This is a brief story that my brothers have shared with me. Now, let me give you some insight into how I was raised by my brothers. My brothers became my pillars of support from a young age. They were just teenagers when our father passed away, but they stepped up and took on the responsibility of raising me. Even though they had no idea of how to raise a newborn, especially a girl, they raised me. They became my protectors, my role models, and my best friends. Growing up in a household dominated by boys wasn't always easy, but my brothers made sure I never felt Ieft out. They included me in their activities and taught me how to play every kind of sport. They always made sure I felt loved and cared for, despite the absence of our mother whom they hate to this day. Gabriel, the oldest of us, took on the role of a father figure. He was always there to give me advice, help with my homework, and teach me life skills. He had a calm and patient demeanour, making him the perfect person to turn to when I needed guidance. Ethan, the middle child, was the fun-loving and adventurous one. He would take me on spontaneous trips to the park, play imaginative games with me, and always manage to make me laugh. He had a knack for turning ordinary moments into extraordinary adventures. Mathew, the youngest of my brothers, was the nurturer. He had a kind and gentle soul, always looking out for me and making sure I felt safe. He was the one who would comfort me during my darkest moments and remind me that everything would be okay. Together, my brothers created a loving and supportive environment for me to grow up in. They filled the void left by our parents' absence and taught me the importance of family bonds. They were not just my brothers; they were my family, my protectors, and my greatest allies. As the years went by, we faced many challenges, but we faced them together. We celebrated each other's successes and supported each other through failures. We were a team, and we knew that as long as we had each other, we could overcome anything. As a 23-year-old now, I can't help but feel grateful for the upbringing I had. I may have missed out on having traditional parents, but I gained something far more precious–a bond with my brothers that will last a lifetime. They taught me resilience, independence, and the importance of unconditional love. I miss and still hold onto the hope that one day I will find our mother and bring her back into our lives. But my two brothers aren't welcome to that idea. So it's only me and Matthew who are into the idea. Today was the day the long-awaited mall in my county village opened, and I had to go, but my brothers wouldn't let me go alone without them shadowing my every step. And it pissed me off at times. Guys, I know you worry a lot, but I will be fine. Am not a five year old girl anymore. Am a grown-up woman now. I need some privacy and space as a woman. I exclaimed, but my two brothers just stared at me, saying nothing, making the situation worse. Pleeeease. I will be fine. It's not like I'll be kidnapped or something. I retorted. I promise to come back before Gabriel returns. Fine. But make sure you return as soon as possible. Ethan said, giving a no joking look that scares the hell out of me. Deal. I replied before heading out. Strolling through the mall, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was beyond my expectation. The polished floors gleamed beneath my feet as I browsed through the glamorous displays of clothing, jewellery, and gadgets. Despite being a small town, this mall had brought a touch of luxury that had the whole community buzzing. As I wandered from store to store, I felt a slight discomfort gnawing at my abdomen. Ignoring it, I continued my window shopping adventure, my eyes alight with curiosity at the array of items on display. However, the discomfort soon intensified, and I couldn't ignore it any longer. Realization dawned as I hurried towards the ladies' restroom. With a sigh, I discovered my unwelcome visitor had arrived unannounced–my periods. Panic swirled in my chest as I frantically searched my bag, only to find it devoid of the one thing I desperately needed: pads. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and called my brother's number. Hey, Ari, what's up?" Matthew's voice sounded cheerful on the other end of the line. "Matt, I need your help," I blurted out, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm at the mall, and... I'm in the ladies' restroom, and I... I've started my period, but I don't have any pads with me." There was a brief pause before Matthew responded, his tone understanding as always. "No worries, sis. I'll be there in a jiffy. Just stay put, okay?” Okay, I replied before hanging up the phone, grateful for my brother''s unwavering support. I leaned back against the cold tiles, feeling a sense of comfort, knowing that help was on the way. After waiting for what felt like forever, there was a knock on the toilet door with the whispering voice of my brother. Ari, are you the one inside? Yes, Matt. I replied as I opened the door. Without a word, he handed me the bag, a reassuring smile on his face. "Thanks, Matt," I murmured, feeling a surge of affection for my brother. "I don't know what I would do without you." Matthew simply shrugged, his expression warm. “That's what big brothers are for, right? Now go take care of yourself. I'll be waiting right outside before I get called a pervert.” As I emerged from the restroom, he was still patiently waiting for me. "You all set now?" he inquired with a friendly smile. "Yep, all good," I responded, reciprocating with a brief hug, which he gladly accepted. Deciding to indulge in some window shopping together, we strolled leisurely through the bustling mall. However, as we approached the men's tuxedo collection store that Mathew was keen on exploring, my heart skipped a beat as I glimpsed Gabriel inside. Alas, I couldn't warn Mathew in time, as his attention was fully captured by a suit that had piqued his interest, causing him to collide with Gabriel. As Gabriel's face shifted from surprise to annoyance, I felt a surge of panic. Without a second thought, I darted away, putting as much distance between myself and my brother as possible. The bustling crowd swallowed me up as I hurriedly navigated through the throngs of shoppers. Breathless and flustered, I finally slowed my pace, my heart still racing. It was then that I carelessly collided with a solid, masculine figure. Looking up, I found myself locking eyes with a strikingly handsome man, towering above me with an unreadable expression. "I-I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," I stammered, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks. The handsome man's expression, initially unreadable, turned grave as he looked down at me. "Skyler?" he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. My heart sank as confusion washed over me. "I'm sorry, you must have mistaken me for someone else," I replied, trying to mask my growing unease. He shook his head, his gaze piercing before replying with a roughest and terrifying tone that creeped me out, "Don't play games with me, Skyler. How small this world is. You thought I would never find you?"ARIANA Grayson’s steady presence over the past few days had been a balm to my frayed emotions. He wasn’t overly affectionate or smothering, but he stayed by my side in quiet solidarity, offering comfort in ways only he could. Whether it was the small gestures, like ensuring I ate or sitting with me during my sleepless nights, his presence had become a lifeline.It was after one of those long, quiet nights, with dawn breaking and spilling soft light into the room, that I realized I was ready to let go of the past—or at least try. Clinging to the pain wouldn’t change what had happened. And Grayson, in his own way, had shown me that moving forward was the only way to truly live.Grayson and I hadn’t spoken much about Florence or Skyler since that explosive confrontation. But I knew he’d made his decision, prompted, no doubt, by my brothers. Gabriel had insisted he let them go, arguing that the cycle of anger and vengeance had to end somewhere. To my surprise, Grayson agreed—not because
ARIANA The tension in the car was thick enough to cut with a knife. Grayson drove in silence, his grip on the steering wheel firm. Gabriel sat in the passenger seat, his usual stoic demeanour intact. In the back, Ethan on my left stared out the window, while Mathew on my right leaned back, his eyes darting between me and the others. I couldn’t sit still, my thoughts spinning wildly after everything Gabriel had told me.Florence, our aunt. Skyler, her daughter. And yet, I still had questions. Questions Gabriel hadn’t fully answered.Unable to stay silent any longer, I leaned forward, poking my head between the front seats. My eyes fixed on Gabriel. “Are you absolutely sure you had no clue that Skyler was her daughter?” Gabriel sighed, his expression as unreadable as ever. “No, Ariana,” he said firmly. “I didn’t.” I looked ahead at the road, my mind spinning. Then, almost involuntarily, my gaze flicked back to Gabriel. “But why does she look so much like…” My voice trailed off befo
ARIANA Gabriel's sharp gaze softened unexpectedly, catching me off guard. "As much as I want to break you two apart, I won't," he said, his voice calm, almost resigned. "I'm not here to do that. I just wanted to check on all of you, but it looks like you're much better than I thought." My mouth fell open. Had I heard him, right? Was this some sort of trick? My heart raced even faster than when he had first walked through the door. I tried to read his face, but his expression was maddeningly neutral. Gabriel wasn’t the kind of man to sugarcoat his words or play games. If he wanted to make his disapproval known, he would. But now...he was standing here, saying he wouldn’t tear me and Grayson apart. My chest tightened, confusion swirling with a strange relief. "Y-you’re serious?" I managed to say, my voice cracking slightly. Before Gabriel could respond, Mathew—never one to stay silent—opened his mouth. "She and I nearly—" Panic shot through me like lightning. Without thinking
GRAYSON I stood frozen, my mind reeling as I tried to process what he had just said. He was there? My father had done unspeakable things in his life, but the idea that Gabriel had witnessed one of those horrors firsthand made my stomach churn.“You were… there?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, struggling to keep my composure.Gabriel’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening as he nodded slowly. "I was there. I saw everything," he said, his voice low but steady. "I was in the car with my father that day. He took me with him but when we arrived at his destination he left me in the car and went inside the building. That's when I noticed another boy around my age. He was sitting in a nearby car, looking bored and tired. And recently I just found out that he was your brother." He paused, the memory sharpening in his eyes. "As kids do, we got caught up in our little world, talking and laughing like nothing else mattered. Then
GRAYSON I sat in the chair beside Ariana’s bed, watching her sleep, her face still pale, her breath shallow but steady. The quiet of the room wrapped around me like a shroud, the soft hum of the mansion's night air only adding to the stillness. I felt the weight of every hour that had passed, the clock ticking relentlessly toward dawn, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to move. It was as though time had slowed just for me, granting me a moment of respite to reflect on everything that had happened and the broken pieces of my life that seemed to be multiplying with each passing second.The doctor had come earlier, gave them both some medication, and thankfully, there were no major injuries or anything more serious. Florence... she had always been there for me. I had trusted her with everything. When I had lost my way, when I thought I needed guidance, she was the one I leaned on. She had become like a mother to me. But now, sitting here, with every
GRAYSON I pushed myself off the bed, the heaviness of the night and the weight of Ariana’s tense reaction pressing down on me like a suffocating smoke. The unease was unbearable, clawing at my insides. I couldn’t stay here any longer. Quietly, I grabbed my phone and left the room, making my way to my home office. The moment I stepped inside, I shut the door behind me, the silence of the space offering no solace. I reached for the whiskey bottle sitting on the corner of my desk, poured myself a shot, and downed it in one gulp. The burn seared down my throat, bringing a fleeting sense of relief—temporary, but it was something. I pulled out my phone and stared at it for a moment before scrolling to Lucian’s contact. It was late, but I knew my brother well enough—he would still be awake. I pressed the call button, bringing the phone to my ear. Lucian answered after the second ring, his voice low and indifferent. “Did you make up your mind already?” I ignored the question, my grip
GRAYSON The drive to Lord Andre’s estate felt endless, the weight of the envelope on the passenger seat an unbearable presence. My knuckles ached from gripping the steering wheel too tightly, my thoughts spinning in chaotic circles. Every photograph, every name, every signature—it all pointed to him. The man I’d spent my entire life trying to outshine, to escape from under his shadow. When I arrived, the towering gates loomed like the bars of a prison. I punched in the code, barely waiting for the gates to swing open before speeding through the driveway. The tires screeched as I parked haphazardly near the front steps. The house, always a symbol of his power, now felt like a fortress of secrets. I stormed through the entrance, my footsteps echoing against the marble floors. A few of his staff glanced my way but wisely stayed silent. My destination was clear—his office. I shoved the double doors open, expecting to find him beh
GRAYSON The car came to a halt in front of Lucian’s hotel, the sleek black facade gleaming under evening night lights. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, jaw clenching as I stared at the building’s entrance. Lucian always had a way of orchestrating his theatrics, and the thought of dealing with him only made my patience wear thinner. I stepped out, the cool night air doing little to ease the heat simmering beneath my skin. With purposeful strides, I made my way to the entrance. The doorman nodded, opening the grand glass doors as I walked inside. A polished worker greeted me immediately, bowing slightly before speaking. "Mr. Anderson, Mr. Lucian is waiting for you in the VIP private lounge. Please, this way." I followed him silently, the muffled sounds of classical music and faint chatter growing distant as we ascended to the exclusive floor. The plush carpet absorbed the sound of my footsteps, the hallway eerily quiet until the worker stopped in front of an intricately
ARIANA I stormed out of the room, the sharp sound of the door closing behind me echoing through the hall. My mind raced as I leaned against the door, pressing my ear to the wooden surface. Whatever Ethan and Florence were discussing, it was intense enough for him to shut me out. My curiosity burned like a flame. Their voices were muffled, but I could catch faint snippets of words—nothing clear enough to make sense of, just tones of urgency and frustration. I pressed closer, determined to hear more, when suddenly, the door flew open. I stumbled back, nearly losing my footing as Ethan stood in the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “I knew you’d be eavesdropping, Ariana,” he said, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. “Do me a favour and head downstairs.” I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him. “What business do you have with that woman, Ethan? You barely know her, yet suddenly you’re h
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