Chapter: Author's NoteHello everyone, Ena here! Phew, this has been quite a journey. I can hardly believe that we've reached the end of this story together. What started as a simple idea has grown into something so much more, and that’s all thanks to you readers and your support. Thank you for sticking with me and I'm grateful to every single one of you. Though we’re closing this chapter, I hope this isn’t goodbye. I have more stories to tell, and I’d love to share them with you. I'll be back soon with an even better book. Until next time 💛 All my love, Ena Starr.
Last Updated: 2024-09-26
Chapter: Chapter 130: The End (3)Two Weeks Later The evening had settled into a comfortable warmth as Flora parked her car in the driveway of Damien’s estate. The sky was a gentle gradient of fading sunset hues, a perfect close to what had been a long but fulfilling day with Eva. They had been going over the offers from several publishing houses and TV studios, that wanted to monetize Flora's experience with Alice and Janice. It had been exhausting, but there was a sense of peace that came with knowing everything with Alice was truly over. Justice had been served, and Flora was finally free. With a content sigh, she gathered her things, pushing open the front door. The house was unusually quiet, save for the faint rustle of the breeze outside and the distant clinking of glass from the kitchen. A cozy warmth greeted her, the familiar scent of home wrapping her in comfort as she stepped inside. "Hello?" she called out softly, slipping off her shoes and setting
Last Updated: 2024-09-26
Chapter: Chapter 130: The End (2)Flora’s breath caught in her throat, but she held her composure, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She cast a glance across the courtroom and met Alice’s eyes. There was no fire in them, no anger or hatred. Only resignation. This was her fate, sealed and unchangeable. Alice would spend the rest of her life in jail. There would be no escape, no return to the life she once knew. She would die there, alone. The judge then turned her attention to Janice, who sat trembling in her seat. “As for Janice Holden,” the judge said, her tone unwavering, “for the charge of conspiracy to commit murder, and for the misuse of her professional authority as a nurse, resulting in the death of Vera Wicks, this court finds the defendant guilty.” Janice sobbed openly as the judge delivered her sentence: twenty-five years to life, with the possibility of parole only after serving the minimum term. But even with parole, Janice would never fully escape her crimes.
Last Updated: 2024-09-26
Chapter: Chapter 130: The End (1)The next few days blurred together, filled with a whirlwind of action and emotion as Flora set the final stage for justice. Filing the formal report against Alice was both cathartic and devastating, but it was something Flora knew she had to do. This was the final step in a journey that had begun when her life was torn apart by betrayal, and now, she was finally fighting back. Alice was arrested almost immediately after Flora's report, and to everyone's surprise, she didn’t resist. For the first time in their long and painful history, she didn’t fight back. There were no screaming matches, no attempts to manipulate or twist the situation in her favor, no venomous remarks hurled in Flora’s direction. Instead, Alice turned herself over with an unsettling calm, submitting a written confession detailing her involvement in both the death of Flora’s mother and the accident that had left her father a prisoner in his own mind. Flora knew Alice’s cooperation wasn’t born
Last Updated: 2024-09-26
Chapter: Chapter 129: The Coward's Way Out (3)A chill ran down her spine, and she stammered out the first question that came to mind. “Olivia…are you—”Before she could finish, Olivia let out a bitter laugh, the sound filled with a weight of sorrow and exhaustion. It wasn’t a happy laugh, but one of disbelief at her own situation.“Yes, I’m pregnant,” Olivia confirmed softly, cutting off Flora’s stumbling attempt to find the right words. She rubbed her palm lightly over her stomach as if to comfort herself more than anything else. “And before you ask, it’s Cyprus’s.”Flora’s breath caught in her throat. Cyprus. Of course it was his. Her mind flew to that one disastrous night that Olivia had had with the arrogant vice president of Defendwise Ventures.“Olivia…” Flora whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. “What are you going to do?”The question hung in the air like a fragile thread, and for a moment, Olivia seemed lost, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the supermarket, beyond the immediate rea
Last Updated: 2024-09-25
Chapter: Chapter 129: The Coward's Way Out (2)Olivia’s face was puffy, her eyes rimmed red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly devastated, her usual composed demeanor shattered. Her bottom lip quivered as she attempted a smile, but it was weak, trembling at the edges. "Flora," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking. Flora stepped forward, unsure whether to close the distance between them or keep some space. She could see the exhaustion written across Olivia’s features, the turmoil swirling behind her eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of what had brought them here pressing down on both of them. Olivia broke the silence first, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—I didn’t know.” She choked on the words, shaking her head as fresh tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t know what my mother was capable of. I swear to you, Flora, I didn’t know any of it.” Flora stood still, absorbing Olivia’s words. She wanted to believe her. Desperately. But the betrayal of the past day,
Last Updated: 2024-09-25
Tangled Destinies
When Lila's husband throws her out of his home for his pregnant mistress after five years of marriage, she thinks her life is over. The only person who stands by her is her kind sister-in-law, Annabelle, who sends her to the charming town of Sea’s Edge to start a new life and forget about her failed marriage.
There, Lila meets Dominic, an attractive single dad trying to balance his job and raise two young children on his own. It doesn’t take long before she finds herself entangled in a love she never thought she would find again.
But the past isn’t done with Lila. Just when she and Dominic’s relationship is getting serious, she starts getting threatening calls from a mysterious man from her past and James, her ex-husband, reappears, desperate to win her back. He’s ready to do anything to get her back and push Dominic out of the picture.
Will Lila protect her heart from the man who betrayed her? Or will she risk everything for a new start with Dominic?
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Chapter: FORTY-SIX: On the Edge (2)As soon as the passenger door shut, Annabelle peeled away from the curb, her composure thinning with every passing block. She didn’t stop to think, or breathe, or collect herself. Rage simmered beneath her skin, pressing against her ribs, making it hard to breathe. She had never felt quite like this before. Not even during the company’s worst scandals, or during those humiliating public affairs that her father had brushed under the rug with money and connections. This was different.This was personal. Her father had been lying to her. To all of them. If what Andre said was true, then everything she thought she knew about the company’s stability, about their legacy, was a façade.Her hands gripped the wheel so tightly her knuckles ached, and still she couldn’t loosen her hold. Her spine was rigid. It was as her body had locke
Last Updated: 2025-05-08
Chapter: FORTY-SIX: On the Edge (1)Annabelle remained frozen in her seat long after Andre’s departure, her mind a mess of disbelief. She felt as if the walls around her had crumbled, leaving behind something ugly and raw and burning her with truths she hadn’t even known were buried.Beside her, Lila let out a sharp breath and pressed a hand to her temple, her brow deeply furrowed. She didn’t speak for a few moments, and then she said bitterly, “For someone who made my life a living hell, he’s awfully poetic now, isn’t he?”Annabelle said nothing.Lila leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at the wall. “I just… it doesn’t make sense. That company, that inheritance, it was his whole world when I met him. He was willing to lie, cheat, threaten me just to hold onto it. So why now? Why give it up so easily?” Her tone was laced with suspicion, but beneath that, curiosity tugged at her voice
Last Updated: 2025-05-07
Chapter: FORTY-FIVE: UnforgivingAndre let out a wry, humorless laugh that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “When they announced you as the sole heir,” he said to Lila, “I lost my footing. I was furious. I had spent years building my reputation, trying to prove myself worthy of the Winters name. And then, out of nowhere, the daughter of a woman I didn’t even know existed became the heir to everything.” He gave a slow shake of his head. “I did things I’m ashamed of, Lila. Things I wouldn’t expect you to forgive. Not ever. But I’m here now because I want to make things right.”Lila didn’t soften. Not even a little. She gave a brittle laugh, all edges and pain. “If you thought I’d jump for joy at this little apology tour of yours,” she said, voice cold, “then you do
Last Updated: 2025-05-06
Chapter: FORTY-FOUR: A Hard ConversationThe sheer gall of that remark would’ve earned him another slap if it had come from anyone else, but Lila, still practically vibrating with rage, held back. Her chest rose and fell with the effort of restraint. Slowly, and with stiff dignity, she walked to the chair opposite his and sat down.Annabelle, recovering from her stupor, followed and settled beside Lila. She reached over and gently patted Lila’s knee, partly to reassure her and partly to silently request for calm. She had never seen Lila this furious before. Not even when James had kicked her out. Not even when she'd been betrayed, humiliated, left with nothing. This was deeper and older than all of that.Lila didn’t waste breath on pleasantries. Her voice, when she spoke, was cool and cutting.“Why are you meddling in my life?&rdquo
Last Updated: 2025-05-05
Chapter: FORTY-THREE: A Nuisance (2)Annabelle knocked softly before slipping into Lila’s hotel room the morning of their meeting with Andre Winters, a paper bag from Quick Bites tucked under one arm. The scent of spicy mayo and fried potatoes filled the space instantly, drawing a faint smile from Lila, who was sitting cross legged on the edge of the bed.“Payment for emotional labor,” Annabelle said dryly, holding the bag out. Lila accepted it with a quiet laugh, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.“I appreciate it.”Annabelle sat down beside her, glancing sideways. “You ready?”Lila nodded. “As I’ll ever be.”But that nod, it was too quick and too practiced. And the way Lila kept her shoulders s
Last Updated: 2025-05-04
Chapter: FORTY-THREE: A Nuisance (1)Annabelle stepped out of Lila’s hotel room, closing the door behind her with a quiet click. The hallway was dimly lit, the patterned carpet muffling the sound of her footsteps as she made her way toward the elevator. She let out a deep breath, pressing the button and watching the numbers descend. It was only after ten o’clock but it already felt like she had had a long morning, partially because her mind was beginning to think out all the ways Lila’s sudden reappearance could change the ways things were not. Not only with Andre, but also with the family.At least Lila seemed certain about her decision. Annabelle could respect that, even if she wasn’t entirely sure how things would play out. Just before stepping into the elevator, she heard Lila’s voice call after her. “Annabelle!”She turned back, raising an eyebrow as Lila peeked out from the door frame, looking slightly sheepish.“Can you bring me something from Quick Bites when you come back?” Lila asked, naming a fast-food chain t
Last Updated: 2025-02-19
Abandoned by Ex, Married to His CEO Brother
“How could you be so heartless? Susanna’s been through enough. She’s grieving. She’s pregnant. And you…you can’t even show a little compassion?”
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When Abigail Remington's beautiful sister-in-law, Susanna, suddenly arrives at her house unannounced, everything starts to go wrong.
With crocodile tears and a large amount of luggage, Susanna quickly makes herself at home in Abigail's life, stealing the attention of Abigail’s husband, Conrad. As Susanna wraps him around her finger, Abigail can’t help but feel left behind, especially when her husband can't see Susanna for who she truly is.
Everything begins to revolve around Susanna -
“Susanna is pregnant.”
“Susanna is grieving.”
“Susanna needs our help as family right now.”
But no one ever asks Abigail what she needs. As she is constantly pushed aside for anything and everything Susanna needs, Abigail is forced to ask herself, is Susanna trying to become the second Mrs Remington? And will her husband, Conrad, fall for her tricks?
Or is Abigail herself the one being tricked here?
What's the secret between Susanna and Conrad that they are hiding from her?
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Chapter: Author's NoteHello readers, it's Ena here! If you’ve made it this far, thank you for trusting me with your time, your heart, and a little corner of your imagination, even as Abigail's story snowballed into a big, breathless ride with twists at very corner. Every book only really comes alive when someone chooses to read it, and I’m endlessly grateful that you chose this one.I hope this story gave you moments of escape, comfort, and maybe even a little hope. There are more stories waiting to be told, and I can’t wait to share the next one with you very soon. Until next time 💛All my love, Ena Starr.
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: EpilogueAbigailI devoured the article like it might vanish if I blinked, my thumb scrolling faster than my mind could fully keep up. Casillas’ name leapt out at me in bold, black letters, followed by words that felt almost unreal in their finality: life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. I read the sentence twice, then a third time, letting it settle into my bones.A slow smile curved my lips. It wasn’t joy exactly. Joy felt too clean a word for what this was, but it was a sharp and deep satisfaction, a closing of a door that had haunted me for far too long. I leaned back into the seat, exhaling softly through my nose as I kept reading. The article detailed the courtroom scene, the judge’s remarks, and the visible reactions of the public. Casillas’ crimes were laid bare in unflinching language: trafficking, exploitation, abuse. Children. Always children.Part of me, a darker, more vindictive part, had hoped for a death sentence. I didn’t pretend otherwise. But as I read on, a di
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter 287 (2)Casillas turned his head sharply. “Watch your mouth,” he growled. “You’re forgetting who you’re talking to.”Germaine didn’t look at him. His gaze remained fixed on the darkened road ahead. “No,” he said quietly. “You’re forgetting.”Casillas’ jaw clenched. “What is all this?” he demanded. “This circus…this show of force.”Germaine exhaled slowly through his nose. “Early this morning,” he said, “an exposé on you dropped, a big one. Every major outlet picked it up within the hour.”Casillas scoffed, though the sound rang hollow even to his own ears. “An exposé?” he repeated. “That’s it? You tore apart my house because of a story?”Germaine turned then, finally looking at him. His expression was grim, stripped of the easy familiarity Casillas had always relied on. “It wasn’t unsubstantiated,” he said. “It was airtight.”Casillas’ pulse quickened. “A story can say anything,” he insisted. “People make claims all the time.”Germaine shook his head. “This one came with receipts. There were
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter 287 (1)Casillas was dragged out of sleep by rough hands clutching at his shoulders. He groaned, swatting blindly, irritation filling him before awareness followed. “Get off me,” he snapped thickly, his voice slurred with sleep. “Nellie, for God’s sake, let me sleep.”The hands did not retreat, but tightened. “You’re under arrest,” a man’s voice said, calm and unmistakably male. That wasn’t Nellie.Casillas’ eyes flew open. For half a second, his mind refused to assemble what it was seeing. The room was too bright, flooded with harsh white light. Shapes moved everywhere, shapes in dark uniforms with unfamiliar faces. Nellie was no longer beside him; she was standing near the far wall in a silk robe, crying openly as a police officer spoke to her in a low voice. His drawers were pulled open. His wardrobe stood gaping, clothes spilling out as officers rifled through it with methodical efficiency. “What the hell is this?” Casillas roared, pushing himself upright. “What are you doing in my house
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter 286AbigailI had been sitting in the garden for what felt like an eternity, a book open in my hands and utterly useless. The sun filtered through the leaves overhead, dappling the page with light and shadow, but the words might as well have been written in another language. I had been staring at the same paragraph for at least ten minutes, my eyes dutifully tracking the lines while my mind wandered far, far away.Every thought circled back to the same thing: Alexander, and what he might have found.My fingers tightened slightly on the edge of the book as my thoughts replayed the morning over and over again. Once I left Daniella’s room, I had gone searching for my phone to call Alexander, my pulse racing. I could still hear that unmistakable edge of restrained excitement in his voice in my head when I told him everything about Casillas, the foundation and the girls.“Leave it to me,” he’d said. “This might be exactly what we’ve been waiting for.”He had promised to get back to me with goo
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
Chapter: Chapter 285AbigailDaniella didn’t come down for breakfast. It was such a small thing, really, the kind of absence that could easily be explained away by oversleeping or a lack of appetite. But I noticed it immediately. Recently, she only appeared after Alexander had left the house, slipping into the dining room or kitchen for something quick once she was sure he was gone. She had been meticulous about it. Today, there was nothing.I stirred my tea slowly, watching the steam curl upward, unease settling in my chest. It wasn’t concern exactly, more like a tug of curiosity edged with caution. Alexander had told me about their conversation in the garden the night before, about informing her of his decision to send her abroad. Exile was a harsh word for it, but it wasn’t inaccurate either. Daniella had not taken it well. Plus, we didn’t really know her. She had initially presented herself as one thing - soft-spoken and grateful - but then her actions told a different story. People like that were of
Last Updated: 2026-01-30
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