Greg hurriedly signed the paper of consent with the hopes that she survives…..
After one month of being in a coma,just after her operation,Jane finally gained consciousness. “My baby ,my baby,where’s my baby”? Jane screamed,almost jumping down from her hospital bed but was caught by Greg. “Wait! Where am I ,why …why am I looking like this ,what the hell happened to me “.confused Jane screamed, dragging Greg’s shirt. “Can you just sit down ,relax and focus on recovery “? It was at this point ,Jane took notice of the gentleman by her side. A lot of questions filled her mind not knowing who she should ask. Sensing that ,Greg said “I know you have lots of unanswered questions at moments which I will answer to the best of my knowledge when you must have recovered . Just as Greg was still talking,the news anchor announced the wedding of Chris and Karen. Jane broke down in tears ,memories of all that she had been through with Chris,all the risk and sacrifices she had made . Anger fills her heart and all that is in her heart,is to make them pay for all that they did to her. Greg, so confused about why Jane is crying over some news headline, could only pat her back ,hoping that it will calm her down.. “I will probably leave you alone to process everything,I am sorry also ,for allowing the doctor to go on with the operation when we’re just strangers . The doctors already confirmed that you’re okay now and fit to leave “Greg said in the nicest way possible. “I send my driver to come pick you up so we can talk about things better during dinner “. Greg walked out ,hoping she wouldn't run away from him before then. ….. “Can I get a mirror please “?Jane asked one of the people ,Greg left to look after her. Greg has already sent a nice looking gown ,makeup artist to get her ready for the dinner. Sorry!please do you know this man that rescued me ,I didn’t even ask him his name or anything”confused Jane asked the caregiver. “Oh you mean Mr Greg ?,he is the only grandchild of Mr Wilson ,the Ceo Kaelux Enterprises,half of this city belongs to him” “Oh wow!How did I meet such a man ?” Jane pondered . Jane saw a different and transformed woman’s reflection in the mirror in her hands . “I can’t finally wait to make those two bastards pay for what they did to me “. At exactly eight o'clock, Jane got to Wetland restaurant. A five star restaurant and also the most expensive restaurant in the whole of the shanty city. By then, Greg had already arrived and was seated next to the window. He was playing with his phone as he leaned against the window lazily. His piercing blue eyes scanned through his phone with the intensity of a hawk. His dark hair was perfectly coiffed, and his tailored suit exuded power and wealth. As he leaned back in his chair, he crossed his legs, revealing a pair of Italian leather shoes that cost more than most people made in a year. He was a man who knew what he wanted, and he was not afraid to go after it. She could tell that he was a force to be reckoned with, and she found herself both intrigued and intimidated by him. Greg was amazed to see Jane . Her beauty was like a breath of fresh air, as she walked into the room. Her long, flowing hair was the color of gold, and her skin was like porcelain. Her eyes were like two sapphires, sparkling with every glance. Her lips were like rose petals, soft and inviting. “I have never seen a lady this beautiful in my entire life” Greg said within his heart . Greg couldn’t just take this woman walking towards him out of his mind. “Please please let him help you “Greg quickly drew the chair out of Jane to sit down . “Thank you, “ Jane said with a smile . “So tell me Miss Jane ,what you like to eat so I can place an order for it “ Greg said with the warmest smile. The warm smile on his face nearly melted Jane’s heart. Jane went ahead to tell the waitress what she would like to eat,and so did Greg . Greg cleared his throat and took a sip of wine. "Perhaps we can begin by getting to know each other better. How about we start with a question, just to break the ice? Jane nodded, her eyes never leaving her plate. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What really happened to you?,why were you outside on that cold winter night?” Greg asked as politely as possible,wondering if his question was too sudden or rude . Jane stopped eating immediately,the memories of what happened came running through her mind. Greg noticed the sudden change in her mood and quickly apologized. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you,am sorry if my questions made you feel uncomfortable,please pardon me” Greg apologized feeling really remorseful for what he just said . “It’s okay,I am not offended at all “Jane said. Jane went ahead to narrate all that had happened between her and her ex-boyfriend,what they did to her , how she ended up outside on the cold winter night. Greg couldn’t help but marvel at the strength of this young lady in front of him ,who is strong and well put together,despite what she had been through. “Greg ,thank you so much for everything,if not for you,I probably would’ve been dead by now,thank you so much “Jane said with tears gushing down her eyes . “Hey!you don’t have to thank me,you just don’t have to, dear”Greg placed his hand on top of her hand ,trying hard to console her . “I want revenge,I will make all who made me suffer,beg for their life “ hate and revenge filled her eyes . “Then marry me for one year,you get to use my influence and power to exert your revenge . "The terms of the contract are simple. I will provide you with a generous allowance, a luxury home, and all the material comforts you could possibly desire. “In return, you will agree to be my wife in name only. There will be no physical relationship between us, and you will be free to pursue your “. “Does this sound okay to you ?”Greg asked looking straight into Jane’s eyes……Jane hadn’t slept much the night before. Mr. Whitmore’s words played like an endless loop in her mind, each one a reminder of the impossible choice he had set before her. She had tossed and turned, her chest tight with dread. By morning, her eyes felt heavy, and she expected another cold, distant day with Greg where she could at least keep her walls intact.But instead, she was met with the smell of fresh coffee and warm butter.“Good morning, beautiful,” Greg’s voice came, deep and smooth, as she stepped into the kitchen. He was standing by the counter, sleeves rolled up, setting down plates. “I made you breakfast.”Jane blinked, taken aback. She tried to summon her usual composure, but the gesture caught her off guard. “Thank you so much, Greg.”“Hey, don’t mention it,” he said lightly, though there was a softness in his tone she wasn’t used to. His eyes studied her face. “But… I noticed you weren’t okay last night. You looked troubled. Hope everything is fine, huh? You can tell me
Over the table at a quiet bistro, Xander ordered something light and non pretentious; June declined wine and took water, her hands steady though her heart thudded hard beneath her ribs. They spoke cautiously at first patchwork conversation about nothing and everything: Valerie’s favorite cartoons, the absurdities of hospital food, the tiny miracle of a lemon tart that could brighten the gloomiest day. Laughter came, not easy at first, but honest, and the sound felt like a small, illicit blessing.Xander watched June with a hunger that was both humble and aching. He wanted this dinner to be remembered, not as a last supper of sorts, but as proof that tenderness could exist even after betrayal. He kept the bouquet’s stems in water at his feet, the petals brushing against his shoe, a simple, living reminder of what he was fighting for.June watched him too her gaze softer than it had been in months, threaded with worry she could not mask. Sometimes she caught him staring, and in those
The long, winding driveway leading to the Whitmore estate felt colder than usual that evening, though the sky remained clear. Jane’s fingers were tense on the steering wheel, her heart pulsing with questions. The message had been simple and discreet: “Come alone. Do not tell Greg. – G.W.”She had obeyed without knowing why.Now, standing in front of the towering oak doors, she felt an odd chill wash over her, as though she was about to enter something far deeper than just a conversation.The butler led her through the grand halls in silence, stopping before the study. “He’s waiting for you inside.”She pushed the door open.The room was dark, save for the faint orange glow of a fireplace flickering low in the corner. A single lamp illuminated the large desk near the window, and behind it, seated like a king on his throne, was Gregory Whitmore Sr., the patriarch of the Whitmore legacy.A glass of whiskey sat untouched beside him, and a thin line of smoke curled from the cigarette betwe
The silence in the penthouse had stretched for days. Jane moved through the luxurious space like a ghost, feeling its vastness echo the new emptiness growing between her and Greg. Since their last argument, he'd kept his distance — polite, civil, but colder than she had ever seen him. He was no longer the confident, smooth-talking man who teased her at dinner parties and watched her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. He was now... silent. Distant.And she hated it.The chill wasn’t just in the room — it was under her skin.Jane stood at the edge of the study doorway that evening, watching Greg as he leaned over a set of financial documents. His sleeves were rolled up, his hair slightly disheveled, a glass of untouched scotch sitting beside him. He hadn’t noticed her yet, too buried in whatever business emergency his grandfather had stirred up this time.She cleared her throat softly. “Greg.”He looked up. His expression shifted when he saw her, a flash of something — surprise, maybe
The fireplace crackled quietly in the background as Greg paced across the living room of the penthouse, the dim golden lights casting long shadows on the polished wood floors. His mind had been at war for days, trying to convince himself it was too soon… or too absurd… or too much.But he couldn’t avoid it anymore.He had to talk to Jane.She was curled up on the oversized sofa, wearing a soft ivory robe, her legs tucked under her as she flipped absentmindedly through a fashion magazine. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulder in loose waves, and there was something about the domestic calmness of the scene that made Greg hesitate.She looked peaceful. Untouched by the chaos that brewed in his chest.But the words burned on his tongue."Jane," he said finally.She looked up, eyes curious. “Hmm?”“We need to talk.”Her body stiffened slightly, a telltale sign she’d learned not to show fear unless it was necessary. She set the magazine down and straightened. “Alright… talk.”Greg walk
The antique grandfather clock ticked heavily in the quiet of the study, its steady rhythm matching the tension thickening in the air.Greg sat stiffly across from his grandfather, the formidable Theodore Hamilton, the patriarch of the Hamilton empire. The elder man was a picture of aged nobility silver hair immaculately combed back, piercing gray eyes that didn’t miss a thing, and a cane resting beside his chair more for intimidation than support.The study was Greg’s least favorite room in the estate all mahogany shelves, dusty oil paintings, and the lingering scent of old money and judgment.Theodore set down his brandy glass with a sharp clink and looked directly at his grandson.“I want a great-grandchild, Gregory.”Greg blinked, half certain he’d misheard. “I’m sorry… what?”Theodore leaned forward slightly. “You’re married now. Publicly, legally, and very convincingly. You’ve given me a charming daughter-in-law, and the press believes you’re on the path to stability. Good. But I