LOGIN“Please stop, you're drunk,” I whispered, my voice trembling as I tried to push him off. His body was heavy against mine, his movements sluggish but persistent. He barely heard me. “How old are you?” he murmured, his voice thick with alcohol. “18,” I gasped, heart racing in a mix of fear and confusion. “Then you're already an adult” he said with a low chuckle, as though that settled everything. I should’ve stopped it. I should’ve left. But I didn't have the strength to argue, didn't have the will to stop him. He moved against me again, and that's when I felt something cold touch the most intimate part of me…. I woke up alone in a dimly lit room. He was still there, his back turned to me, but his face-his identity-was still hidden behind the mask. I glanced down at his left shoulder. A Phoenix tattoo. Bold. Intriguing. But then, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed my things and ran, my heart racing as I left the room without another word. It was supposed to be just a night. One meant to be forgotten. And that's exactly what I intended to do. I didn't know his name. I didn't even know his face. It was a night meant to stay buried in the past. It was a night I promised myself I’d forget. But that promise broke when pregnancy came knocking.
View MoreCASSIUSThe soft thud of little feet against the carpet echoed through the room, followed by the faint giggle that I had come to like. Aaron.He was everywhere tonight — bouncing on his new bed, opening drawers, poking at the glowing nightlight shaped like a rocket. The decorators had just left, and the room still smelled of fresh paint and new furniture. Everything was perfect like something out of a catalog.“Dad! Look!” Aaron’s voice was bright, his small finger pointing toward the shelf. “They put my toy cars there!”I looked up from the chair near his bed and smiled, just a little. “That’s right. You’ve got more than you can drive.”He grinned and grabbed one of them, making engine noises as he zoomed it across the sheets. The laughter that followed hit something deep in my chest — something I didn’t want to name.It had been a good day. We’d played, eaten dinner together.Now, he was yawning between his giggles.“Alright, champ,” I said, rolling my chair closer. “Time for bed.”
CALISTA When I opened my eyes, I was met with a pair of sharp brown eyes staring intently at me. My breath caught in my throat, and for a brief moment, my muddled mind panicked. Where was I? The man leaned back slightly as if sensing my unease. “You’re awake,” he said, his voice warm and calm. he said, his voice calm and deep. “I’m Alaric King. “I found you collapsed in the rain and brought you here. You were freezing and unconscious. Do you remember?” I blinked at him, processing his words. Fainting? Rain? The memories returned in scattered fragments—the suffocating argument with Cassius, the storm, my heartache—and shame burned in my cheeks. He leaned back in his chair, giving me space, though his eyes never left me. “Walking in a rain as that wasn’t the best idea,” he said lightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You’re lucky I happened to pass by when I did.” I didn’t respond, my thoughts still tangled with worry about Aaron. Was he okay? Did Mr Dario notice I was gone?
CALISTA The dull ache in my head was the first thing I noticed as I blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains. My eyes burned from crying all night, and my body felt heavy, weighed down by exhaustion and emotional turmoil. I hadn’t slept. How could I, when the past twelve hours had flipped my life upside down? My throat was sore and my heart felt like it had been shredded. But there was one thing that still mattered, one thing that kept me going even when the world around me seemed to crumble—Aaron. Pushing aside the blanket, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, though my knees wobbled beneath me. My reflection in the mirror caught my attention, and I almost didn’t recognize the woman staring back. My hair was a tangled mess, and my face was blotchy and pale. But I didn’t care. Aaron needed me, and I needed him. I hurried out of the room, my bare feet padding against the cold floor. “Aaron?” I called, my voice hoarse and cracking. There w
CASSIUS Aaron’s question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. “Are you my daddy?” I stared at him for a long moment, the resemblance hitting me harder than I cared to admit. The boy didn’t just look like me—he was a mirror of my childhood self. The same dark hair, sharp features, Hazel eyes and even that slight furrow in his brow when he was curious. “There’s only one way to find out,” I said, my voice calm but firm. Calista bristled immediately, standing protectively between me and the boy. “This is ridiculous. It’s just a coincidence! Lots of kids look like people they’re not related to.” “A coincidence?” I raised an eyebrow, gesturing toward Aaron, who was now findiling with his fingers in the corner. “He doesn’t just look like me. He is me, Mrs. Dario. The resemblance isn’t just uncanny—it’s undeniable.” Her jaw tightened, and she crossed her arms. “So what if he looks like you? That doesn’t mean anything!” I didn’t respond immediately, instead picking up my phone and
CALISTAThe soft hues of dawn filtered into the room, but the beauty of the morning did nothing to soothe my restless heart. Sleep had eluded me all night. My mind replayed the events of the past few days like a broken record—Cassius’s cold demeanor, the mansion’s suffocating luxury, and, most of all, the aching void left by my son’s absence.Aaron’s face haunted my thoughts. His cheeky grin, the sparkle in his eyes, the way his little arms wrapped around my neck—it was unbearable to be away from him.By morning, I made my decision. I needed to see him.Hours later, I stood at Lila’s front door, my palms damp with nerves. Before I could knock, the door swung open, and there he was—my little ball of energy, sprinting toward me with a wide grin.“Mummy!” Aaron’s voice rang with pure joy as he flung his arms around my legs.“Aaron!” I bent down, scooping him into my arms and holding him close. Tears stung my eyes as I kissed his forehead. “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”“I missed you
CALISTA The drive to the Dario mansion was suffocating, not because of Martin’s silent company, but because of the weight of the choice I had made. My palms rested on my lap, trembling slightly. In my mind, Aaron’s bright smile and cheerful voice reminded me why I was doing this. The car pulled through towering iron gates and up a winding driveway. When the mansion came into view, my breath caught. It wasn’t just large—it was a palace. The sprawling estate boasted manicured gardens, a fountain large enough to rival a city park, and stone architecture straight out of a fairy tale. "Imposing, isn’t it?" Martin glanced at me briefly through the rearview mirror. "That’s one way to put it," I murmured, trying to keep the awe from my voice. Martin stopped the car at the entrance, where a butler opened the door before I could unbuckle my seatbelt. I stepped out and smoothed my dress, trying to appear composed. "Mrs. Dario, welcome," the butler greeted me with a polite nod, and the titl












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