I woke up feeling incredibly dehydrated. My mouth was dry, and I felt weak all over. I could barely move, and my head pounded with a dull ache. As I tried to gather my thoughts, a nurse walked up to me, her face kind and concerned."Are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle."I... I think so," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "Just really thirsty and weak."The nurse nodded and handed me a glass of water. "Here, drink this. It'll help."I took the glass and drank greedily, the cool water soothing my parched throat. After a few sips, I felt a little better. "Thank you," I said, handing the empty glass back to her."You're welcome," she said with a smile. "Is there anything else you need?"I nodded. "Have you seen Maxwell?""Maxwell?" she asked, looking puzzled. "Who is Maxwell?""He's my brother," I said, trying to sit up a bit more. "Tall, dark hair, always looks worried."The nurse thought for a moment. "Oh, yes, I remember him. He was here earlier.""Where is he now?" I
“She’s good, she will be here any moment from now”, he said.Suddenly, I noticed something unusual. Despite the tense conversation, Maxwell was smiling. His grin was so wide, it seemed out of place. "What is it?" I asked, surprised by his sudden shift in mood. "Why are you smiling?"Maxwell's smile grew even wider. "Guess what it is, love."I looked at him, puzzled. "Tell me, please," I said, my voice soft, trying to coax the answer out of him. "You know I'm not good at guessing.""Just guess, babe," he said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I loved it when he did that; it was sweet and comforting, and it always made me feel special."Okay, okay," I said, thinking hard. "Hmm... what could it be?" I looked at his face, trying to read any clues."Come on, try, baby," he urged, his eyes twinkling with amusement.I took a deep breath. "Did you get a new job?" I guessed.Maxwell shook his head, his smile never fading. "Nope, try again."I frowned, thinking harder. "Did you buy something n
They both turned to look at me, tension crackling in the air."Please, just leave," I said, my voice strained. "You're both giving me a headache."Maxwell shot Ryan a deep, penetrating gaze, and Ryan returned it with equal intensity. Without another word, they both stormed out of the ward, slamming the door behind them.I slumped back against the pillows, feeling the weight of the situation crash down on me. "God, I'm in a mess," I whispered to myself as tears began to flow. "What have I gotten myself into?"I glanced around the sterile hospital room, the beeping of the monitors the only sound breaking the silence. How was I supposed to control this situation? Ryan and Maxwell were at each other's throats, and they had no idea that Mr. Jaxon, Maxwell's father, was also in the picture.The thought made my stomach churn. "God, I'm a mess," I repeated, the tears streaming down my face. "How will I manage this?"Married to Ryan, pregnant with Maxwell's child, and having a forbidden relati
"It was so sudden," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "One day he was fine, and the next he was gone. The doctors said it was poisoning, but they never figured out who did it. There were so many questions, so much confusion. It was a nightmare."Sarah looked horrified. "That's terrible, Ana. I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you.""It was," I said, wiping away a tear. "And my mom wasn't any help. She was too wrapped up in her own grief and her new life with Mr. Jaxon. She didn't have time for me.""I'm so sorry," Sarah said again. "You didn't deserve that.""I know," I said, feeling a mix of sadness and anger. "I just wish things had been different. I wish my mom had been there for me, like she should have been."Sarah nodded. "You deserved better, Ana. And you still do. You deserve people in your life who truly care about you.""Thanks, Sarah," I said, feeling a little better. "I'm glad I have you.""I'm glad I have you too," Sarah replied with a warm smile.***
"You know what? Suit yourself," I said, turning my back on him. I walked out of his office without another word."Maxwell, get back here! Max...!" My dad's voice faded as I ignored him and kept walking.I stormed through the hallways, barely noticing anything around me. One of the receptionists called out, "Have a nice day, sir!" but I didn't even acknowledge her. My mind was racing, and I was furious.I pushed open the door and stepped outside, the fresh air hitting my face. I needed to clear my head. I took a deep breath and started walking, not sure where I was going but needing to get away.I found myself at a nearby park. It was quiet, with only a few people around. I sat on a bench, trying to calm down. My thoughts kept circling back to Anastasia. How could my parents be so blind? How could they not see what was happening to her?My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw a text from my dad: "We need to talk. Come back."I stared at the message, feeling a mix of anger
Maxwell's POVI sighed, the tension easing slightly as we shifted to a more neutral topic. "Same old, same old," I admitted with a wry smile. "You know how my dad is—always rigid, always chasing after more money. It's been stressful, but we're pushing through.""That sounds tough," Scarlett sympathized, her tone genuine. "But I'm glad to hear you're managing.""Yeah," I nodded. "And how about you? What have you been up to?"She shrugged lightly, a flicker of a smile playing on her lips. "Oh, you know," she said casually. "Trying to keep busy. Nothing too exciting.""That doesn't sound like you," I teased gently, trying to lighten the mood. "I remember you always had a knack for finding excitement."She chuckled softly, a hint of her old self shining through. "Maybe I've changed," she mused. "Or maybe life has.""Maybe," I agreed, studying her face. Despite the sadness in her eyes, there was a resilience that hadn't dimmed. "You don't look bad yourself, you know," I added quietly.Scar
Anastasia’s POVI wake up from another slumber in hospital alone, Maxwell is still not back yet. I sigh beginning to worryabout my current predicament again.“Anastasia, my darling girl.” Bianca came into the room looking all happy that it begins to scare me.I refuse to say a word to a especially after our recent fight.“I am so proud of you, now you can work things out with your husband." My brows crease at her words.“Ryan is on his way, I couldn't hold down my excitement.”"What are you talking about?” I ask in confusion and in that moment my nurse, Sarah walks into the roomcautiously.“Although I'm upset you didn't tell me immediately you found out, it's no problem.” Bianca continuesyapping about and I'm about to demand she be rushed to the psychiatric ward.“I can't believe I am going to be grandmother and to Ryan Morgan’s child.” The devil herself shivers injoy as I sit there so stunned, I grow deaf to my surroundings."W-what a-are you talking about?” Fear gri
We get home that night and Maxwell doesn't leave my side till I manage to fall asleep. I wish we couldshare the same bed without the fear being caught by any of our parents or both. I have my long list ofinappropriate relationships already.It's past midnight when my bed creaks with a new weight. The forming smile on my face disappears whenI realize it's not Maxwell.“I didn't realize you would give me the greatest joy darling." My stepfather say.“What are you talking about?" I say in discomfort trying to untangle myself from his weight.“The baby, I'm happy you are having my child." Mr. Jaxon echoes joyfully.I finally free myself and get up from the bed.“What are you talking about, the baby is not yours, the baby cannot be yours, this is insane." I try toexplain.“But I thought-"“No, no, we had started fooling around barely two weeks ago, the baby cannot possibly be yours, whatwere you thinking."“Oh, I was hoping it was mine." My stepfather frowns, his usual c