ログイン(Amara)I’m led into the large living room, my mom helping me inside when a familiar voice reaches us.“Amara… you’re home.”I slowly lift my head, my gaze landing on her.Grace.My jaw tightens.“I…” She takes a cautious step toward me. “Let me help you.”“Don’t you dare touch me!”My voice slices through the room.She freezes, shock flashing across her face as though she hadn’t expected my reaction. As though she expected me to simply let her after what she’d done.My fists clench.Maya’s words replay in my head.She did it on purpose.She made Amara lose her baby.It was all her plan.“Amara…” Her lips tremble. Her mouth opens, then closes again, no words coming out.I stare directly at her.“Why?”A bitter scoff escapes me.“Were you really thinking I’d forgive my child’s murderer?”Her eyes widen.“Mur… murderer?” A shaky breath leaves her. “You’re mistaken, Amara. I didn’t do it. I swear, I’m innocent.”“Oh really?” I pull free from my mother’s hold and close the distance betwee
(Martha)“What are you saying, Aunt Martha?” Rita’s trembling voice echoes through the corner. “How could Maya ever do something like that?”“Exactly,” Olivia adds in disbelief. “You have to be mistaken. Maya would never do that. She’s Amara’s best friend. The person Amara trusts the most.”Rita steps closer and gently turns me to face her.“I know Maya’s way of caring can be a little… intense sometimes. But she’d never do something so cruel to Amara. If anything, she loves her like a sister.”“That was exactly what I thought too,” I say quietly.A bitter smile touches my lips before disappearing.“I’ve never really liked Maya. There was always something about her that never sat right with me. Something I could never explain.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “But never… not even in my wildest dreams, did I imagine she was capable of something this monstrous.”I draw in a shaky breath.“Maya doesn’t love Amara.”The words leave my mouth slowly.“She doesn’t care about Amara the way
(Rita)“I really feel for Amara.”The words leave my lips as Olivia and I walk out of the hospital room.“She didn’t even realize we were there.”I glance back at the closed door, my chest tightening.“She looked so… empty.”I swallow the lump forming in my throat.“What if this turns into something worse?”“What if she needs help?”Olivia lets out a weary sigh.“I know Amara.”There’s quiet certainty in her voice.“She’s stronger than most people think.”“She won’t let herself disappear into the pain.”She offers a faint smile.“She’s going to get through this. That’s just who she is.”A heavy silence settles between us as we continue down the corridor.Then another thought strikes me.“And now…”I hesitate.“It seems this has affected her relationship with Sir Rayner too.”Olivia turns to me.“I saw him leaving just before we came in.”“The look on his face…”I shake my head.“He looked completely shattered.”“It made me think Amara must’ve told him to stay away.”I frown.“Do you t
(Rayner)My hands tighten around the steering wheel as I press harder on the accelerator.Stefan’s voice won’t stop replaying in my head.“I think something terrible happened. You weren’t around, so she wanted you to have this. She said the letter would explain everything.”I slam my palm against the steering wheel.Her final words from that letter stab at me all over again.“Let’s end everything here. Don’t come looking for me. And don’t bother trying to find me.”No, Amara.I grip the wheel until my knuckles turn white, refusing to take my eyes off the road.I can’t do that.I won’t.Forgive me…Because I can’t stay away.I’m coming to you.And nothing is going to stop me.*******I reach her hospital room and shove the door open.For a split second, I brace myself for someone to stop me.A nurse. Her family. Anyone.But the room is silent.Empty.Except for her.She looks so small sitting on that hospital bed.Fragile. Broken.The moment our eyes meet, my heart clenches.I see it a
(Amara)I’m seated on the hospital bed, staring into nothing.The voices around me drift in and out like distant echoes, but none of them truly reach me.It’s as if I’m here…Yet I’m not.My body occupies this room, but my mind doesn’t.“Amara.”Mom calls my name.I hear her.I just can’t bring myself to answer.I don’t even have the strength to lift my head.Everything inside me feels unbearably heavy.Heavy with grief.Heavy with guilt.Heavy with the crushing pain of losing another child.Maybe this is my fate.Maybe I was never meant to become a mother.Otherwise…Why does this keep happening to me?My eyes sting.Five times.I’ve had five chances to hold my own child.Five tiny lives growing inside me.Five little heartbeats that filled me with hope.And every single time…Before I could ever hold them in my arms…I lost them.What kind of cruel fate keeps taking them away from me?A tear slips down my cheek.“I can’t believe Grace would do something like this to Amara.”Maya’s v
(Stella)I grab my phone from the table, my eyes narrowing at the name flashing across the screen.Bar Man.My stomach drops.Why the hell is he calling me?I already warned him never to call unless I reached out first.So why now?I let out a slow breath.Fine.I’ll hear him out.I swipe to answer and raise the phone to my ear.“You…”“Ma’am… please save me.”His voice comes out low and strained. Every word trembles with panic.My fingers tighten around the phone.“Wha… what are you saying?” I stammer. “Save you from what? How?”“He found me.”My heartbeat stutters.“Who found you?”“The man whose drink I spiked on your orders, ma’am.”His words hit like a punch.“He sent his men after me. They tracked me down.”“What?”My voice comes out as nothing more than a whisper.“Yes.” He drags out the word, breathing heavily. “You have to save me before they catch me. You know what’ll happen if they do.”His voice hardens.“You won’t be safe either.”The threat lands exactly where it’s meant
(Felix)I am halfway to the car park when I hear my name.“Felix.”I stop.For a second, I don’t turn. Then I lift my gaze slowly.Nathan.My fingers curl slightly at my sides, my chest tightening in a way I don’t expect. Not fear. I have nothing to fear. He doesn’t even know anything. He can’t po
(Felix)“What were you doing at The Sinclair Group?”My voice cuts through the living room, sharp and controlled. Selina doesn’t even glance at me. She throws her legs over the table, as if I’m background noise.“Come on, Felix,” she says lightly. “It’s not my fault you went ahead and announced you
(Amara)I’m lying on my bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling, but I’m not really seeing it. My mind keeps replaying Rayner’s question.“You’ve never been to Switzerland?”The way he looked at me when he said it. Not casual. Not random. Assessing. Like he was waiting for something. Like he already knew so
(Rayner)I watch her from behind as she walks into the kitchen.I knew she wouldn’t say no.Honestly, I hadn’t expected her to agree either. I only tried my luck. Yet here she is, tying the apron around her waist, moving around my kitchen like she belongs here.And I stand there, pretending my arm







