Distressed by the evidence of her husband’s unfaithfulness, Emily found herself fallen prey to her best friend Maya’s scheme. Between her husband Louis’ distrust and the intensifying strife within her family, Emily found help from Damian, the heir to a multinational conglomerate. This is a story of two people who are skeptical about love but ultimately discover genuine affection for one another.
View MoreLouis's POVMaya let out a sharp, humorless laugh, eyes widening as she stared at my mother in utter disbelief. “Thanking you?” she spat. “For what? For making me live in this?” She gestured wildly around the room, her hands trembling. “For making my house smell like rotting plants? For forcing me to drink God-knows-what every single day? For making me feel like I am losing my sanity?”Lucy sighed, rolling her eyes slightly, as if Maya were nothing more than a dramatic child throwing a tantrum. “You’re exaggerating,” she said with that same infuriating calmness. “The house isn’t that messy. You young people are just too accustomed to sterile, lifeless spaces. A home should have character. It should be full of life, full of culture. You act as if a few books out of place and a few herbs drying in the air is a disaster.”“A few herbs?” Maya shrieked. “There are piles of them, everywhere! It looks like a witch’s lair! And the books? They’re not even ours! Where do you even get them?” She
Louis's POVThe moment my phone rang and I saw Maya’s name flash on the screen, I knew something was wrong. I had been getting ready to leave work, shrugging on my jacket, when I answered. The second I picked up, her voice hit me like a storm, raw, frantic, and nearly breaking apart with rage and frustration."Louis, I can't do this anymore!" she cried, her voice shaking. "I swear to God, I am losing my mind in this house! Your mother is unbearable! She’s always here, always interfering, always treating me like I’m some child who can’t take care of myself! And those—those disgusting concoctions she keeps forcing on me, I can’t take it, Louis, I won’t take it! Do you have any idea what I walked into today? Do you? The house is a disaster! It looks like some kind of apothecary exploded, and the kitchen—Louis, I went into the kitchen, and there were dead bugs in the food. Dead. Bugs!"I gripped my phone tighter, momentarily stunned into silence. My mind should have been focused on Maya,
Maya's POVI couldn’t take it anymore. My hands were trembling as I clutched my phone, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The sheer disgust of what I had just seen, the chaos of this house, the stench that clung to every surface, it was all too much. I swiped at the tears on my cheeks, pressing the call button with shaking fingers. The phone barely rang before Louis picked up."Maya?" His voice was steady, indifferent, as if he hadn’t just left me to drown in this nightmare of a house.I felt my composure shatter the moment I heard his voice. "Louis, I can't do this anymore," I cried, my words tumbling out in a desperate, breathless rush. "I swear to God, I am losing my mind in this house! Your mother—she is unbearable! She is always here, always interfering, always shoving her ridiculous remedies down my throat, and I have had enough!"There was silence on the other end, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. "She keeps making these disgusting concoctions and insists I drink them.
Maya's POVLucy Laurent, the woman who would soon be my mother-in-law, was going to drive me insane.No, she already had driven me insane.Every single day, it was something new. Some trivial argument over a meaningless detail, some clash of preferences, some new and insufferable eccentricity she introduced into the house. We were two completely different people—our tastes, our habits, our very lives could not have been more incompatible. And yet, somehow, we were stuck under the same roof, battling over dominance like two queens in a game of chess.I was patient. I always won in the end.But the victories were exhausting.She knew how to push my buttons, how to make everything just unbearable enough to ruin my mood. But ever since my status changed—since I became Charles’ acknowledged daughter, since I secured my position at the top—she had started showing some restraint. At least on the surface.Still, I wasn’t a fool. I knew she loathed me.But I didn’t care. Because I had everythi
Louis's POVThe city lights blurred as I drove through the night, their glow reflected in the windshield like distant stars mocking me. A week had passed since I left my old office, and yet, the weight on my shoulders had only grown heavier. Because of Maya, my workload had doubled. More meetings, more responsibilities, more insufferable business dinners with men whose voices grated on my nerves.This was what she wanted.Maya had secured her position as Charles’ daughter, and in turn, she had pulled me into a world I had no interest in. She wanted me integrated, established, tied so deeply into her family’s empire that there was no escape. And I let her.Networking events. Tedious discussions about investments, supply chains, and expanding market control. I had to play my part, to endure it all if I wanted to keep my place. I despised it. Every second of it felt like a slow suffocation, like being trapped in a role I never auditioned for.Tonight had been particularly unbearable.I g
Louis's POVLately, my life has been a complete mess.I stood in my office, the once-pristine shelves now half-empty, their contents scattered across the desk in various stages of packing. The room, once a symbol of my ambition, now felt suffocating, like a tomb I was sealing shut with every item I placed in the boxes.The decision had been made. I was leaving this company behind, stepping into a new position at Charles’ family business, a move that wasn’t entirely my own.Maya had ensured that.I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. The very thought of it sent a wave of unease through me, an unshakable heaviness that clung to my chest.My eyes flickered toward the darkened window, and just like that, the past surged forward, an unwelcome ghost clawing its way back into my mind.***Maya sat across from me, draped in silk, her lips curved in a knowing smirk. She held a glass of wine between her fingers, swirling it lazily as she leaned back against the plush couch in our
Emily's POVI blinked up at Damian, caught off guard by the sudden confession. He didn’t sound hesitant, but there was a certain weight to his words, as though he had been waiting for the right moment to say them.“I thought about it,” I admitted, my voice quiet in the dimly lit room. “It didn’t make sense to me, especially after everything we’ve been through.”His lips twitched with the ghost of a smile, but his eyes remained serious. “It wasn’t about keeping distance, Emily. I never wanted that.” He paused, as if choosing his next words carefully. “I’ve been dealing with my family’s business late at night. I didn’t want to disturb your rest.”Relief flooded through me, washing away the last remnants of doubt I hadn’t even realized I was still holding on to.“You were protecting my sleep?” I asked, a soft laugh escaping me.He smirked, brushing a kiss against my forehead. “I was trying. Though, I have to admit, I missed you more than I expected.”I smiled, my fingers tracing the stro
Emily's POVThe knock at the door came late, just past midnight. The city had settled into a hushed lull, the distant hum of traffic barely audible through the thick walls of Damian’s apartment. I had been curled up on the couch with a book, Damian beside me, his arm draped lazily over my shoulders, his warmth soothing the tension that still lingered from the disastrous dinner at his family’s estate.At first, I thought I had imagined the sound. But then it came again, sharper, more insistent.Damian sighed, untangling himself from me as he stood, his steps heavy with reluctance as he moved toward the door. He didn’t need to check who it was. We both knew.When he pulled it open, Charlotte stood there, arms crossed, chin lifted in that stubborn, unyielding way of hers. She looked just as she had when she stormed out of the estate, furious, exhausted, and wholly unwilling to explain herself.“I’m staying here tonight,” she announced, as if it were an irrefutable fact.Damian didn’t look
Emily's POVCharlotte tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Who’s to say they don’t have an ulterior motive?”Maya’s face stiffened.Lyla’s fingers twitched slightly against the tablecloth.And Charles, despite his carefully maintained composure, looked rattled.It was Louis who spoke first.“That’s enough.”But Charlotte merely raised an eyebrow, unaffected by his demand.Then Charles finally spoke, his voice cold, sharp. “Maya has sacrificed so much for this family.”Charlotte scoffed, her lips curling into something cruel and unamused.“So, you’d rather stand up for Maya than for your own daughter?”The tension in the dining room thickened like a suffocating fog, pressing in from all sides. Charles’s face was rigid with barely contained frustration, his eyes sharp as they locked onto Charlotte. The weight of unspoken resentment hung in the air, heavy and unrelenting.“This isn’t about Maya,” Charles finally snapped, his voice stern, unwavering. “It’s about you.”Charlotte arched an
Emily’s POVI was packing my husband's suitcase and found a box of used condoms in the pocket.I open the box and find only four condoms even though the box says it's a pack of six. A wave of nausea washes over me as I sink onto the floor in disbelief - I'm afraid of what this means. Ten years of good, solid marriage. We’d gotten comfortable, perhaps too comfortable, but still, I thought we had true love. Louis wouldn’t throw it all away on some random business trip, right?“Babe? I’m home!” Louis’ voice rang through the house, smooth and confident, like it always did. I shoved the box back into the suitcase pocket with shaking hands, snapped the zipper shut, and forced myself to stand.I met him in the foyer, where he dropped his briefcase and smiled, that wide, boyish grin that once made me weak in the knees. “Hey, there’s my girl.” He pulled me into his arms, and I stiffened before I could stop myself. His cologne, the one I’d picked for him years ago, smelled cloying now—familiar...
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