Chase stood tall and proud, his broad shoulders giving him an imposing presence. His features were strong and sharp, with deep-set eyes that rarely smiled. His jaw was square and firm, his lips set in a straight line. His demeanour was serious and focused, giving the impression that he was always in control. He was the type of man who commanded respect, and rarely gave it in return. His nose was straight and narrow, with a slight bump at the bridge. His eyebrows were thick and dark, adding to his intense gaze. His skin was tanned and weathered, with a small scar at the end of his brow that gave him a rugged look. His hands were large and calloused, with short, blunt nails. He was a man who was not afraid to get his hands dirty, and it showed in every aspect of his appearance. As Chase punched the heavy bag at the gym, he thought about Ariel’s betrayal. He couldn’t believe that she could do this to him. He had given her everything, well, except for love and the treatment she deserved,

Chase was in his office at the mansion, catching up with his work when grandfather interrupted him by entering the office, setting down on the couch, and demanding to speak with him. Chase couldn’t make any excuses even if he wanted to because he knew how persistent his grandfather was, so if he wanted to get rid of him fast, he would have to listen to whatever he had to say to him. “Your father tended to do the opposite of whatever thing I told him. Throughout every man in this family that held this company was ever forced to marry who they had no relationship with,” Grandfather started. “I wasn’t forced!” Chase quickly disputed. “Whatever that was, the point is, you still got married, Chase, and on top of what I was saying, we never divorced,” “Grandfather, you and grandmother are divorced, so what is your point?” “My point is h loved her for many years and we had kids together. Your father was amongst them, may his soul rest in peace. Your grandmother took both your aunt and

ARIEL It is a cold morning in London, and I am still in Chase’s grandmother’s house. I am still in the guestroom, not ready to face her, but I am deeply hoping that she has changed her mind about me staying her. I just want her to at least believe me and convince Chase that these are his babies. Yes, he divorced me, but I do not want him to neglect his kids. His mother and grandmother already turned their backs on me. His grandmother was my only hope, but now, if she also turns against me, then I’ll be doomed. I’ll have no choice but to face everything alone. The knock on the door causes me to jerk out of my thoughts. I get up from the bed to get the door. It is the servant by the name Elizabeth whom I met yesterday when I arrived. “Good morning, Ariel. I was asked to come and see if you are awake. Breakfast is ready, and you will be joining the family as they expect you to come and eat with them,” She explains. The family, she says. The only time I have ever seen this family was

ARIEL I am sitting quietly with Diana in the dining area. It is very awkward, and I don’t know what she is thinking. She knows now that I am pregnant, but I do not know if this changes anything between us now. She hasn’t asked me any questions or said anything. I, myself don’t know what to say to her. “Is that the real reason why you are here? Is it because you are pregnant and you do not want my nephew to find out?” Finally, she disengaged the silence, needing to address the elephant in the room. “He knows that I am pregnant, but he does think it’s his. Please, I did not come here to cause any trouble between you and him. A lot happened when I left, and he made it clear that he didn’t want anything to with me, and if I was closer to him, he would have made my pregnancy hard,” I explain. “I want to help you, but I don’t even know anymore if helping you is the right thing, I mean, why did you come to London of all places? You know that Caleb could come here at any day and find you.

Later in the evening as Chase walked into the dining room, the warm glow of the table lamps and the savoury aromas of the meal enveloped him, creating a sense of comfort and familiarity. But the atmosphere was tense, the air thick with unspoken tensions and secrets.Monica’s eyes darted towards Caleb, her gaze lingering on his face, searching for any sign of betrayal. Caleb’s expression was inscrutable, his eyes fixed on the plate in front of him, his jaw clenched in a tight line. Monica’s hands trembled as she fidgeted with her napkin, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios.Lisa, Chase’s mother, beamed a warm smile at her son, oblivious to the undercurrents. “Hey, sweetie, how was your day?” she asked, her voice a gentle melody that contrasted with the tension.The grandfather, a wise and perceptive man, eyed Monica with a discerning gaze, his eyes lingering on her face before shifting to Caleb. He seemed to sense the unease, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity.Ch