"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
“Max, no don't." I try to hold him back but he makes sure to land a few punches in.“Maxwell stop please." I cry out.“Don't you ever put your hands on her ever again." Max drags me from the room and to his own.“Max calm down." I try to ease his anger.“How could he do that to you." His pants out.“He's my father, how could he do something so disgusting.” He says breathing heavily." I'm so sorry, Ana, I'm really sorry.” Max hugs me to his body tightly. I am still reeling from the shock ofwhat just happened but what Max feels is also deep. Max is in pain knowing what his father can becapable of.He cuddles me in his bed and we both fall asleep.********When I wake up, Max is gone from the room.Someone knocks at the door and I hesitate to answer it before I hear Bianca’s voice from behind thedoor.“Ana, Anastasia are you in there?" Her annoying voice calls.“I have been searching for you." Is the first thing she says the moment I open the door.“Oh." I answer bore
“Anastasia baby." The bastard says surprised.“Yes dear husband, your beloved wife is back." I tell him smiling sweetly.“I-I- didn't know you were going to be here today." He stammers out putting his shorts on.“Of course you didn't, I wouldn't have been blessed and honored with this present scene." I roll my eyesat his stupidity.“I-I-, get out!" He tells the blonde girl who looks horrified, I almost feel bad for doing this.She's the one who trespassed into a married man's bed. What if I turned out to be a dedicated, angryand jealous real wife. She'd be in more danger.“Get out hell out of my house." He roars when she dumbly still lays on the bed unmoving. Even I just atthe rise of his voice but I strengthen my shoulders.“It's okay, you don't have to stop on my account, have fun dear husband."Ryan runs behind me all the way to my room.“Baby, I'm sorry, I mean it, I want us to work things out, I regret what I did, it will never happen again,now we have a baby, I pr
Maxwell’s POVWhen I had first left Anastasia's side, comforting her after the despicable trauma my own father inflictedupon her. I went straight to the authorities to make a report but the recent fight between me and mystepsister, I didn't get the chance to tell her she was needed in the station for evidence.If I could avoid her getting involved I would have but they couldn't arrest my father without evidence anda statement from the supposed victim herself. That was how those conniving bastards put it.The victim didn't make a statement, no evidence existed for the harassment so they couldn't just arrest a manof good, honourable social standing. I have never felt more disgusted at my father's use of his big, partialadvantage with his power.“I see you got yourself cleared from going to jail." I tell my father as I walk into the house and see himrelaxed on his expensive couch like he didn't just try to force himself on a girl who saw him as a fatherfigure.I chuckle at my o