★★★★★ "Rebecca, you could have at least given him a chance to talk. I am sure he wanted to clear up the misunderstanding you two have," Rebecca's father began, settling down at the dinner table. The fork in Rebecca's hand paused mid-air, and she stared down at her plate, her expression clouded with gloom. "What? You spoke with Ed!?" Her mother chimed in, and her surprise was evident, "What did he say?" "Stop mentioning him in front of me!" Rebecca snapped, her frustration boiling over, "I have no relation with him, nor do I care about his existence," Rebecca flared at her parents, "And both of you get over with him. If you are still thinking he is some kind of gentleman and would care for our family, then you are wrong. None of you understand his twisted nature and any help for our business from him is a complete fantasy." "Can you explain why he suddenly cancelled the engagement 3 years ago without giving us any solid reason? I went to his office, but he informed the staff that I was not allowed to step into his office. When I talk to his grandfather, even he didn't know anything about his reasoning for acting that way," Rebecca's father asked in order to know the truth. The last time, he was forced to send his daughter abroad without caring about the truth. Rebecca glanced at her father and added, "I am just as confused as you, Dad. He did not give me a single explanation for what I supposedly did wrong three years ago. But his action made me realise- he holds some deep grudge against me. Now, I hate him to my core and I could not care less how he sees me." Rebecca's outburst stunned both her parents, and they could not make themselves speak about Edward more. Still, her father had his own reason for wanting her to reconsider Edward, though he knew there was little he could do. Trying to steer the conversation elsewhere, he cleared his throat and asked, "Well, how has your time gone with Mr.Pete!" Rebecca had lost her appetite long ago, and now, hearing that old Man's name, she felt more repulsive. She pushed the chair back and stood up, her voice cold as she said, "It is not about my happiness, hence asking my opinion should not be a concern. As long as I can help you with your business, that's all that matters." Without another word, she turned and headed to her room. Rebecca's mother let go of the spoon and leaned on her chair, with her eyes on Rebecca's father and said, "I am scared for our daughter, Klein. I feel like we are doing extremely terrible things with our daughter." Hearing this, Rebecca's father yelled, clenching his fist on the table, "Do you think I enjoy watching her sad, and disheartened? Do you think I sleep peacefully at night? We are finished if she doesn’t marry Mr.Pete! Our future is hanging by a thread," he wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up, his voice tense and resolute, "She will be fine with Pete. She will have not just a husband but an equal stake in his empire." Back in the room, Rebecca sat by the window and let her mind drift to the day when he agreed to their engagement and even made her feel he was happy to get her as a partner. They got a blessing from his parents, too. So when did it all fall apart? Suddenly her phone buzzed with an email notification. Rebecca glanced at it and sighed. She was assigned to interview Veronica Black. After a year of working as a media journalist, she had interviewed countless celebrities, but this one- Veronica- was the last person she wanted to face. Rebecca climbed onto the bed and turned off the light, letting out a weary sigh. Little did she know, the peace she desperately sought was about to be shattered the very next morning. As the morning arrived, Rebecca was dragged by her mother to the hall, only to find her father standing in front of a TV, remote in his hand and his face had lost all the colours. She saw the news that was exclusively rolling on in all news channels. "The reputed Businessman Pete Solanki has been arrested for dealing drugs and making poisonous medicine for years. A large amount of his business has been seized by the special branch and by no means anything could help him from this tragedy." Rebecca's father fell to the ground, clutching his forehead, crying out, "We are finished, Leena. We are doomed. Now nothing can stop our business from being bankrupt." "Klein," Rebecca's mother rushed to her husband and grabbed his shoulder, "Don't stress, please. Your health is fragile, and the last thing we can tolerate is seeing you worsen." Rebecca breathed through her lips as she could sense what her father was thinking. But they overlooked the fact that Pete was not a good man. They should not put such faith in him. "Dad, we will think of something else for our problem. Pete is not the end!" Rebecca said with an assured tone since her father required some comforting words. Klein stood up from the ground, turning to face her with a look of deep disappointment. "He was our hope because he was the only person who was willing to marry you. The scandal three years ago tarnished your reputation in the worst possible way. If Edward had agreed to marry you, people would forget the incident. However, his rejection- it sealed your character, brand you in a way no one will forget," Klein's voice cracked, losing his composure, " there is nothing left, Rebecca. You have to make Edward marry you if you really want to see me alive." Klein brushed past Rebecca, retreating to his room without another word. Leena's face twisted with guilt as she watched her daughter, knowing how unfairly they were treating her, but Klein's desperation to save the business left them with little choice She approached Rebecca and muttered, "I am sorry," then quietly followed her husband to the room. Rebecca stood frozen, staring into the space ahead, feeling as if a heavy weight had settled in her chest, crushing her from the inside.
★★★★★Rebecca drove the car to Edward Harrington's office, her mind swirling with reluctance. Confronting him was the last thing she wanted, but her father’s business was on the line, she had no other choice.Stepping out of the car she lessened her hair from the tight bun, allowing it to fall freely, softening her professional look. It could not be an exaggeration if people said she resembled a striking model.She walked up to the receptionist, who was working on her desk computer."Excuse me, I would like to meet Mr Harrington. Could I get an appointment?" Rebecca asked.The woman looked up, her eyes briefly scanning Rebecca before asking, "What is your name?""Rebecca Matthew," Rebecca said, her tone steady. If this had been three years ago, she would not have had to fill out the formality like any other person. However, things had changed. Plus, this was the new girl at this Reception desk."Oh!" Came a surprise reply from the receptionist, shifting her eyes from Rebecca to the co
★★★★ "Why do you think I would be the reason for Pete's downfall?" Edward questioned back, there was eerie calmness on his face. Rebecca stared closely into his eyes and felt that something had happened, something tied to Edward. But she could not point a finger at him- he stood to gain nothing by causing Pete's trouble. "Your thoughtful silence says it all," Edward answered with a smile. "Why do you want me to be your woman? Don't you hate me!" Rebecca questioned, her brows knitted in confusion. The expression in Edward's eyes shifted abruptly and he spat, "Yes, I dislike you. That is exactly why I want you to be my woman." His words struck Rebecca like a dagger, her breath catching as the weight of his meaning settled over her. But she steadied herself, her voice firm as she replied, "You want to torture me, don't you?" "I could not agree more," Edward said; his tone was cold and hard. It made Rebecca feel like she had never held a place in his heart. "Don't give me tho
★★★★Rebecca drove toward the Red Bar and Casino, the location where Henrick Den had asked her father to meet him for a business deal. But with her father too ill to make the trip himself, Rebecca decided to go in his place, accompanied by his assistant who had already arrived.After parking, she made her way inside and was guided by a man to a private cabin. Rebecca knew Henrik Den well- he was one of Edward's close friends- but she had never liked him.As she stepped through the door, she found Henrick lounging on a couch, a woman by his side serving him a drink. His eyes widened in surprise seeing her, but a sly smile quickly crept across his face."Well, well. What a pleasant surprise, Miss Jones. I was expecting your father to come to meet me," Henrick said, gesturing the woman to leave with a flick of his hand."My father’s health has taken a bad turn. He is unable to leave his bed which is why I am here in his place," Rebecca replied, her voice firm and her expression unreadabl
★★★★ Rebecca was visibly intoxicated after just three glasses of whisky. She slumped The Glass on the table, muttering, "I cannot take anymore. My stomach is turning!" Her eyes were droopy and her cheek flushed with heat, clearly indicating the intoxication. "You will need to keep going if you want the deal," Henrick insisted, his tone unyielding, "I have already had more than you. Come on, you are almost there," his persistent made it clear he was intent on pushing her further, sensing her defences weakening. "Cannot you see her condition? She cannot drink anymore!" The assistant snapped his voice firm with urgency. "This nonsense has to stop. If you insist on this, I will take her place and finish the bottle myself. Let her go!" His eyes flashed with concern as he glanced at Rebecca, who looked ready to collapse at any moment. It was clear- she was either about to friend or worse, might need to be rushed to the hospital. “If you interfere again, I’ll throw you out of this room m
★★★★★Edward shoved off the servant’s hand as he was laid on the bed, muttering, “I’m fine, I can handle myself. Leave.” His voice was groggy and weak but still carried enough weight to make the servant obey. Reluctantly, the servant nodded and hurried out of the room, but not before swallowing hard at the sight of Rebecca, already fast asleep on the same bed.“I can’t even imagine how the morning’s going to go in this house. Only God can save us from the young master’s wrath,” the servant muttered to another junior servant, standing just outside the room.“Elder Harrington’s here, stop worrying like a lunatic,” the other servant replied as they both started to walk away from the room.Sigh! “You don’t know the history, so you don’t feel the weight of what’s about to unfold tomorrow.”“What history, Breton?”“Another time. Good night!” Breton said, shaking his head as he headed toward his quarters.Back in the room, Edward irritably pulled off his shirt, his eyes half-closed and his h
★★★★★ "I don't care a bit what you think of me. Feel free to form whatever opinions you want. Just let go of my hand, ..." Rebecca hissed in anger. She could not tolerate another insult to her self-worth. "You..." Before Edward could carry further, the door of the room was pushed open by Elder Harrington, who was stunned by his naked grandson. "Whoa, young people! If you are wishing to be naked in your room, at least have some decency to lock the door. Edward instantly let go of Rebecca's hand and rushed to his wardrobe. Getting a robe from it, he shouted, "You could have at least knocked on the door before barging in." "I was concerned for both of your well-being. That is why I forgot etiquette, like knocking on the door," Edward's Grandfather replied with a strong tone before shifting his eyes to Rebecca, making his way to her. His eyes softened, "Sweet girl, you had me worried last night. My sleep has been bothered multiple times because of the tension. Why are you putting yours
★★★★★Rebecca took a bath and wore the same dress from the day before, even though she was provided with a silk gown to wear. It was crafted from the finest, the kind Edward always preferred. This was why she hated it. She came down to the hall where Elder Harrington was waiting for her; seeing her, he smiled, the skin wrinkled around the eyes, displaying his age and affection. Rebecca vividly remembered the day he warned her father that he would not like to see tears in her eyes because she was his precious granddaughter."Come here, Rebecca. See the dishes the cook prepared just for you," Grandfather excitedly said. Rebecca smiled with a nod, adding, "Grandpa, my tastes have changed a lot over the years." "Changed regarding men, I get it," Grandfather said with a playful wink, "But your taste buds cannot forget the creamy pumpkin soup," Grandfather said and shifted his head to the helper, who understanding the gaze, instantly took the lid away from the pumpkin soup, releasing a s
★★★★ Rebecca’s words ignited the fury Edward had been holding back, and it exploded with a venomous threat. "Since you'd prefer public disgrace over marrying me, then that's exactly what you’ll get," he snarled, his glare searing into her before he stormed out of the room. "Rebecca, don’t take him seriously. He didn’t mean it," Edward’s grandfather spoke quickly, his voice edged with concern, though inwardly he seethed, wanting nothing more than to slap some sense into his grandson. “He meant every word, Grandpa. We both know him too well,” Rebecca said softly, her voice steady but laced with an undeniable sadness. “I understand what you’re hoping for, but I can’t sacrifice my self-worth. I won’t insult. Myself by marrying your grandson. He’s not the right man for me, but I’ll always be your granddaughter like I was before. If you want to see me, if there’s anything you need, let’s meet at your house. That place holds real meaning for me.” With a heavy heart, she pushed her chair b
★★★★★Rebecca’s confession landed like a bomb in the room, silencing everyone in its wake. Edward’s face twisted in fury, his breathing ragged as he stepped back and reached behind him.In one fluid motion, he pulled out a gun, the metallic glint catching the faint light. His eyes were ablaze with unrestrained rage.“I shouldn’t have trusted you,” Edward growled, his voice low and venomous. “I shouldn’t have saved your face from public humiliation. You don’t deserve redemption. You deserve to die in the filth you’ve created.”Rebecca’s breath hitched, her bravado wavering as she took a step back. Connor instinctively moved to shield her, his hands raised in a plea.“Edward, stop!” Connor shouted, his voice edged with panic.Edward ignored him, his gaze fixed solely on Rebecca. “Your entire family ruined mine,” he snarled, his grip tightening on the gun. He raised it, the barrel now trained on Rebecca.Imara gasped, her heart pounding in terror as she instinctively stepped forward. “Ed
★★★★★“I didn’t know this place was so far from the town,” Imara said as she stepped out of the car, glancing around at the pitch-black surroundings. The faint crunch of gravel beneath her shoes was the only sound in the still night. Her arms crossed instinctively as a cool breeze brushed past.Edward closed the car door behind him and stepped forward, his eyes scanning the unlit house in the distance. “This is the place my father bought,” he said, his voice low but calm. “He used to bring us here when he wanted to escape the chaos of work… to relax with the family.”Imara tilted her head, her curiosity piqued as she followed his gaze to the looming structure. “It looks so isolated,” she remarked, her tone a mix of awe and unease. “No wonder it’s good for getting away.”Edward nodded, his expression darkening slightly as he noticed the lack of lighting around the house. “Connor should’ve turned on the lights,” he muttered, his voice edged with irritation. “It’s too quiet.”Imara stepp
★★★★“I know where they are,” Imara said hesitantly, her voice laced with reluctance. She withdrew her hand from Edward, her other hand fidgeting with the edge of her scarf. “Rebecca told me… but she made me promise not to tell you. She said, under no circumstances, should you know where she’s gone.” Her eyes briefly flickered back to Edward before darting away again. “But seeing you like this… feeling betrayed, struggling… I can’t keep it from you.”Edward leaned forward slightly, his intense gaze fixed on her. His expression softened for a brief moment, though the storm brewing in his eyes remained. “Thank you, Imara,” he said with a firm nod. “If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like you to come with me. It’ll be safer that way. I’ll send someone to keep an eye on your father.”Imara shook her head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “No, you don’t need to worry about him. Father… he prefers being alone. He usually lies to make sure I won’t fuss over him.” She grabbed h
★★★★★"You were with Rebecca?" Edward’s voice cut through the air, sharp but measured, as he fixed his piercing gaze on Imara. His dark eyes searched hers, but Imara refused to meet his look, her attention darting around the room instead. Her restless fingers fiddled with the hem of her jacket, an obvious tell that something was off. Anyone watching them would have easily pegged this as a date gone sour.“Yes,” Imara finally said, her voice barely audible. She brought her hands to the table, but her eyes stayed glued to the surface, tracing invisible patterns on the polished wood. “She dropped Ella and me at our homes after dinner.”Edward leaned forward slightly, his brows knitting together, though his tone remained controlled. “Hmmm,” he murmured, his composure wavering as the edges of his frustration began to show. “Do you have any idea where she might be now? Or if she met anyone while you were with her?”Imara’s head shot up briefly, her lips parting as if to speak, but then she
★★★★★The first picture stopped Edward in his tracks, his gaze freezing on the screen. It was Rebecca, embracing Connor in the middle of the road. Her arms were wrapped around him, her expression soft.The next image was worse. Connor’s lips pressed against Rebecca’s neck, her eyes closed as if savouring the moment. They were in a car, the angle of the shot suggesting it had been taken from a deliberate distance.Edward’s blood boiled. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. He swallowed back the roar building in his chest, his mind spiralling into chaos. His fingers worked furiously, dialling Connor’s number.Out of reach.He growled under his breath and immediately tried Rebecca’s number. The same result.With a sharp exhale, Edward called Imara instead.“Edward?” Imara’s voice came through, calm and comforting as always. “What’s going on?”“Where are you?” Edward barked, his tone cutting through her pleasantries.“At home,” she replied cautiously. “Is there
★★★★★"You don’t have to lie to me," Edward hissed, his voice venomous, his nostrils flaring as he struggled to contain his rage. "I went deep, Mrs. Jonas—deep enough to uncover every detail. The resort, the night you spent with my father... everything. Each piece of evidence screams your name."Rebecca’s mother staggered backwards, her composure unravelling as a thread pulled too tight. Her legs buckled beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground, trembling. Tears streamed down her face as the weight of his words sank in. The sin she had buried, the one she had tried so desperately to forget, now loomed over her, undeniable and raw."Edward..." she whispered, her voice cracking. "It wasn’t... it wasn’t what you think.""Spare me the excuses," Edward snapped, his eyes ablaze with fury. "Do you have any idea what you did to my family? To my mother? You shattered her life, and for what? Your selfish desires?"Mrs Jonas covered her face with her hands; her sobs muffled but gut-wren
★★★★"Are you hurt?" Connor asked, his voice low yet steady, as his eyes swept over Rebecca, searching for any sign of injury. His gaze lingered on her trembling frame, moving from her face to her scraped knees and bruised legs."You… you killed that man," Rebecca exclaimed, her voice shaky, ignoring his question entirely.Connor sighed, his expression unreadable. "I had no choice but to gun him down," he replied, his tone devoid of regret. "He had a knife in his pocket, and you were defenceless."He stepped closer, his hand lifting to gently cup her cheek, his eyes scanning hers for reassurance. But Rebecca flinched, taking a small step back.Connor lowered his hand, his expression softening as he placed the gun back in its holster. “Relax,” he murmured, his tone quieter. “I didn’t think this through—I only thought about saving you. That’s all.”Rebecca’s breath hitched, her mind reeling. “There’s someone else we need to save,” she said urgently, her words tumbling out. “Imara.
★★★★★Imara chuckled, her breath warm against Veronica’s ear as she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Oh, you’re so smart, aren’t you? Always figuring things out,” she said, her tone mocking yet laced with something darker.Veronica flinched but mustered the courage to reply, her voice trembling. “Then why are you so eager to save Rebecca? If Edward loves her, why are you risking everything for her?” She was grasping at straws now, hoping to bargain her way out of this unnerving situation.Imara pulled back slightly, her face calm but her eyes cold and calculating. “That’s a beautiful story, Veronica,” she said softly, her lips curling into a sinister smile. “But there’s no value in you knowing the details, is there? What matters is that Edward loves her, not you. And that’s why, up until now, no harm ever came your way. But you…” Imara’s voice hardened as she stepped closer. “…you decided to interfere in my plans. So tell me, Veronica, why shouldn’t I inv
★★★★ "Rebecca, run! Now!" Imara’s voice was sharp, her tone laced with urgency as she kept the blade pressed firmly against Veronica's neck. Rebecca froze, her wide eyes darting between Imara and the men advancing toward them. “I can’t leave you like this!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with guilt. “I have to help you!” Imara didn’t even glance at her, her focus locked on Veronica, who flinched as the blade pricked her skin. “They won’t touch me,” Imara said firmly, though her knuckles whitened around the hilt of the weapon. “But if you don’t run and find help, none of us will make it out of here.” Veronica hissed in pain, her lips curling into a sneer. “If you stab me again, I’ll make sure your body is unrecognizable before it hits the river. You’ll be a memory no one mourns.” “Shut up,” Imara shot back, her voice low and ice-cold, her lashes briefly lowering as though to steady herself before snapping back to attention. “Rebecca, go!” she commanded, her eyes blazing. “