ALEX I walked back into the house, and everything felt heavier than it should’ve. The walls looked the same, the silence still wrapped itself around the furniture, but something inside me felt... undone. My feet dragged against the polished floor like I had weights on my ankles. I wasn’t even sure why I came back here. Nothing in this house gave me peace anymore. Caroline was sitting in the living room, legs crossed, her face unreadable as usual. I hated how calm she looked—like none of this was her problem. "I’ve been calling you since yesterday," I said, standing a few feet away, my voice low. "You just went silent. What happened?" She looked up at me, and I knew from the look in her eyes—she didn’t bring good news. "How did it go?" I asked again, more anxious now. "Did she agree to come back? Did you convince her?" Caroline exhaled slowly and shook her head. "No, Alex. I tried. But Essence doesn’t want anything to do with you. She’s happy where she is." My chest tigh
ESSENCE The slap was still hanging in the air like a curse when I blinked back into focus. For a second, none of us moved. Not Sky. Not Hailey. Not me. And then—chaos. “You shameless witch!” the young woman screamed, her voice slicing through the courtyard. “You slept with the father, and now you’re after the son? Do you not have shame?” Sky didn’t speak. Her hand was still resting against her cheek, her expression a strange mix of shock and anger—as if her brain hadn’t fully registered what just happened. But me? My eyes darted around instantly. And that’s when I saw them—phones. Lots of them. Arms stretched out, lenses up, recording everything like it was the season finale of a show they didn’t even pay for. Hailey gasped, reaching out for Sky, but I was already pulling out my phone. Not to record. To call the police. Because this wasn’t just messy. It was public. It was in front of our company. And if word got out, it wasn’t just Sky’s reputation at stake—it
ESSENCE The office looked unusually boring today. Or maybe it was just me. Maybe after the absolute movie that played out this morning, no air-conditioned cubicle could compete. I walked past reception, barely hearing the good mornings, already marching toward Sky’s office. There was only one thing on my mind: gossip. And a lot of it. I knocked once and poked my head in. “We need to talk,” I said. “You, me, and Hailey — lunch break. Emergency session. I have juicy tea that will make you choke on your drink.” Sky leaned back in her chair and grinned. “Why not now?” “Because we’re not jobless,” I replied. “It’s still work hours. We don’t want to set a bad example for others.” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Well, you do have a point. But news flash — I’ve gone through all my reports and there’s nothing going on here. So technically, I’m already halfway into my break.” “Perfect,” I said. “Lunch is on me.” Her brows rose. “So it’s good tea, huh?” I smirked. “Good juic
ESSENCE I blinked. “What did I do?” I asked, genuinely confused by how twisted my mom's logic was. “Dad was the one who asked me to come here. This whole thing could’ve stayed between me and my husband. I didn’t tell anyone about Yvonne. I didn’t want to embarrass the family.” I glanced briefly at Yvonne’s shivering figure. “I mean, imagine telling people that my own sister tried to destroy my marriage. You think I wanted to say that out loud? I was willing to let it go, Mom. For the sake of peace. Lucian didn’t even eat dinner last night — he was that upset.” I leaned back and crossed my arms. “Still, I kept quiet. I tried to protect Yvonne. But Dad called me here, and today I finally understood why Lucian pulled out of the contract. It wasn’t about business. It was about distrust.” I paused, then added quietly, “Why are you blaming me? You should blame Yvonne. She threw herself at a married man. He rejected her, and then she lied about it. That’s not a prank, Mom. That
ESSENCE As I stood in front of my adoptive father’s house, I couldn't help but smirk. It was one of those villain origin moments—except I wasn’t the villain. I was just a well-dressed, revenge-seeking queen, ready to hand out a plate of poetic justice. I looked damn good doing it too. I was wearing a milky-coloured, strived jumpsuit that fit me like it was custom-made for my body—which it was. The fabric shimmered subtly under the sunlight, classy but commanding. The neckline dipped just enough to say I’m elegant, and the fitted bodice cinched with a gold belt said but don’t mess with me. My hair was swept into a high braided ponytail, the ends falling over one shoulder like a whip ready to strike. For footwear, I had on nude stilettos that made me look taller and dangerous. And let’s not forget the handbag—white crocodile leather with gold trimmings. The kind that whispers, I don't argue. I invoice. If anyone had seen me walking up that pavement, they’d think I was coming
ESSENCE You know that feeling when you’ve spent days preparing to fight a war, only to realize the enemy packed their bags and fled before the first blow? That was me—standing there like a clown with an invisible sword, while Lucian, my beautiful husband, tossed Brittany out like yesterday’s burnt rice. No back and forth, no begging. Just one sharp, clean sweep. And I just stood there, watching, wondering why on earth I’d ever doubted this man. Seriously, I’d stressed myself over whether or not I should confess, whether or not I’d need to play that voice recording, or bring out the holy scrolls of evidence I had tucked away like a backup Bible verse. But in the end, it was just my word. And he believed it. Completely. That moment? It humbled me in the most beautiful way. Because here I was, thinking I needed to work extra hard to protect my place in his life. But to Lucian, there was never anyone else. Just me. Always me. He held my hand—gently but firmly—and walked me back i