All Chapters of Twist of Fate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The repercussions of crafting an intricate series of lies about my identity were far more severe than expected. The first deception regarding my background created discord within the office, and my fear of being discovered kept me silent. However, truth inevitably comes to light despite how elaborate the secrets and deceptions are. The burden of my concealed realities now bears down on me, as the exposure of my dishonesty triggers a series of events that could alter the course of my entire existence."Marry me or get fired!"His harsh and uncompromising tone pierced through the air, ensnarling me with his gaze. His rebellious grin leaves me bewildered by a choice that could bind my destiny to a man I don't know.As regret sank within me, I kept asking myself, 'How did I even end up in this situation?'***************************Tossing and turning while clenching my mother's keepsake between my hands kept me sleepless as I tried to rest my head on the pillow. I couldn't tell how long

It was Saturday morning, and I woke up earlier than Grace. I could still smell the alcohol lingering in my body, which made me feel nauseous and lightheaded. Trying to ease my discomfort, I made an instant black coffee and took a shower to freshen up while texting Sam, asking if we could meet later. He didn't respond even after showering, gearing up for my morning run, and preparing my water bottle, so I tried to call Sam. However, his number was unreachable despite my calling him multiple times. I felt frustrated for not being able to reach Sam. "I should have talked to him when Grace called him last night. I should have asked his forgiveness right then and there," I muttered as I walked to the park. Securing my phone inside my running belt, I began jogging around the park for a few minutes before walking around to cool down. Before, I had no time to enjoy the waterfront view of the park, bordered by the towering golden hues of the honey locust trees as they scattered their leaves

It goes with the saying that history repeats itself. I can still vividly remember the incident that cost me my scholarship in college, and it felt like it happened just recently. The grim stares of my colleagues were identical to those of my classmates back at Davenford University two years ago. ***************** [Flashback] "I saw her, Mr. Hudson! It was Iliana," Hannah, a third-year student from the same department, said, pointing her finger at me. Her lips were secretly curled up behind our dean's eyes. I couldn't deny that it was me in the photo, and no one around me could testify that everything in the image was just a misunderstanding. Davenford University is a prestigious and conservative institute at the heart of Manhattan. Most students come from prominent families such as the Thorntons and the mysterious sole heir of the Ainsley. Though I've never bumped into them except for seeing Zosia Thornton, the youngest and only granddaughter of the Thorntons, at a distance. She'

'The Lord's thoughts are not like our thoughts, and His ways transcend our ways. Just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are His ways higher than ours. Like rain and snow that flourish the earth, His word goes forth and accomplishes its purpose, never returning empty. It achieves what He desires and fulfills His divine plan.' It is one of Mother Cecilia's answers whenever we ask why God allowed us to become orphans despite how much we tried to be kind to everyone. She emphasized that no one could understand or tell us what He had in store for us because He had predetermined our fortunes before we were born. Only He could tell what lay ahead. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs. "Haa! I won't bite you. Come closer." "B-bite? Wha—" "Hurry up!" he interjected, his left brows raising. "Take a seat!" I jolted because of his sudden voice, so I walked frantically to the couch before his table. My heart was racing in fright. Seeing him up close, he looked