I was right outside Noel’s office, holding a stack of papers and mentally cursing my life choices, when his voice sliced through the silence. "Good morning, Miss Secretary." I didn’t even bother looking up. I kept my hands busy, sorting through the documents as if they were the most important thing in the world. "Morning," I muttered, my tone clipped. "You seem... cheerful today," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I finally looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just radiating joy, can't you tell?" He chuckled, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world. "I can see that. It’s refreshing, really." I rolled my eyes and went back to my task. "If you don’t need anything, maybe let me get back to my actual work?" "Oh, but I do need something," he said, his tone shifting to something more serious. I paused, glancing at him suspiciously. "What now?”"A smile like this." Noel grinned widely, like he was auditioning for a toothpaste commercial.
ELIJAHI was seated in my library, the faint scent of old leather and aged paper hanging in the air. The room was dimly lit, the golden glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls lined with books. It was my sanctuary, my escape from the chaos that seemed to follow me wherever I went. But even here, peace was fleeting. Roger stood a few feet away, his arms crossed, his expression grim. “You’re not going to like this,” he started, his voice low and cautious. I leaned back in my chair, the glass of whiskey in my hand untouched. “I already don’t like it, Roger. Just spit it out.” He exhaled heavily, running a hand through his graying hair. “Noel’s reopening the case. The one from five years ago.” My grip tightened around the glass, but I kept my face neutral. “What the hell is on his mind?” Roger shook his head, his expression unreadable. “Maybe to clean his name.”I let out a sharp laugh, though there was no humor in it. “That’s the most stupid reason I’ve ever hea
"Do you want to come with us? You can come." I stopped midway when I heard Uncle Sandro’s voice echo from the hallway. Who could he be talking to? The irritation in the other voice gave it away almost immediately. "Why would I come, Sandro? Aren’t you a little stupid? Why would I put Farah’s competition above my company?” Edmund. Of course. “Chill,” Uncle Sandro replied, his tone light. “You sound defensive.” I couldn’t help but smirk at that, amused by how easily Uncle Sandro could rile him up. I continued walking toward them, holding my composure. “Farah only has two tickets, Uncle Sandro," I said as I approached. "One for me and one for you. Let’s go.” I didn’t bother sparing Edmund a single glance as I walked past him, brushing off his presence like he was nothing more than air."Your father looks like he wants to come with us. We should have convinced him—" I stopped in my tracks, turning to look at Uncle Sandro with a sarcastic glare. "No, he's not," I said flatly
ELIJAHI brought Eloise in the school clinic since it is the nearest medical center and she's losing a lot of blood already.I paced back and forth outside the clinic, my hands balled into fists. The words I threw at Eloise earlier replayed in my mind like a broken record."The world can burn into ashes, but not you."What the hell was I thinking? Saying something like that wasn’t just reckless—it was terrifying. Even to me.I ran a hand through my hair in frustration, leaning against the cold wall. She was already furious, already seeing me as a monster for what I did to that senator’s son. And what did I do? I doubled down, letting my emotions run wild, proving her right.What scared me the most wasn’t her anger or her words. It was the look in her eyes—the disbelief, the hurt. I never wanted her to look at me like that. But here I was, making a mess of everything. Before I could spiral further into my thoughts, one of my men approached, his expression grim but composed. “Sir, we’v
Four days before the wedding...I opened the door, expecting to see Linda or one of the girls carrying snacks or wine. Instead, I froze, staring at the two familiar faces grinning at me like fools. “Edward? Noel?!” I exclaimed, my shock evident. “What the hell are you two doing here?”Edward raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the doorframe. “What? No hugs for your favorite brothers?” Noel, on the other hand, waltzed in like he owned the place, ignoring my question entirely. “Where’s the food? I’m starving.”“Excuse me!” I followed after him, trying to process their sudden appearance. “This is my bridal shower. Bridal. As in, girls only. You’re not even supposed to be here!”Edward smirked as he closed the door behind him. “Well, what can I do, Elo? I’m worried about you, okay? You’re being forced to marry, and now you’re being forced to bond with those girls who don’t know anything but to spend money!”I sighed deeply, my shoulders slumping. As much as I hated to admit it,
Of all the questions she could’ve asked, why that? Why the one thing I’ve been trying to avoid? "Do you know how fucked up it is to see Matthew instead of you on the altar?" Her words were sharp, cutting through the heavy silence between us. I heard her footsteps nearing, the sound echoing in the vastness of my penthouse. I clenched my fists, refusing to turn around. "Do you know how fucked up it was to walk away?" My voice was low, strained, every word laced with the weight of the past. Her silence spoke volumes. She was waiting for an explanation—something I wasn’t sure I could give. "You think it was easy for me?" I finally turned to face her, my chest tight as her eyes bore into mine. "I was doing it for you—" She shook her head and laughed, but there was no humor in it. It was bitter, cutting. "Oh, really? Then you shouldn’t have walked away," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. My jaw clenched at her words. "You think I wanted to? You think it didn’t kill
I stared at the water rippling around my legs, the cold liquid soothing against my skin. The moon reflected on the surface like it was mocking me, reminding me how pathetic I was sitting here, half-drunk, with three empty beer bottles lined up beside me. I swirled my foot in the water, watching the tiny waves it created, and chuckled bitterly. “Three bottles, Eloise,” I muttered to myself. “And you’re still not drunk enough to forget his face.” His face—desperate, broken, pleading. I took another sip of beer, the bitterness matching the taste in my mouth left by his words. Elijah. Damn him. “Of all the men in the world…” I whispered to the night air, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “It had to be the one who ruined me twice.” I leaned back, propping myself on my elbows as I gazed at the sky. The stars were bright tonight, like they were putting on a show for me, but I couldn’t care less. Everything felt heavy. My chest, my head, my heart. Especially my heart. “Why does it alw
The first rays of sunlight were barely peeking through the curtains when I heard the relentless knocking on my bedroom door. I groaned, burying my head deeper into the pillows, hoping whoever it was would get the hint and leave me alone. No such luck. “Eloise! Open the door!” Farah’s voice rang out, sharp and insistent. “We need to leave early if we want to find the perfect dress!” I peeked out from under the covers, squinting at the clock. 9:12 AM. Too early for this nonsense. “Farah, go away,” I called out groggily. “I’m not leaving until you get up!” she shot back. I sighed, rolling onto my back and staring at the ceiling. This was Farah—relentless, energetic, and annoyingly persistent. “Fine!” I yelled. “Give me five minutes!” “Make it three!” she replied, her footsteps retreating down the hallway. Grumbling, I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom. As I splashed cold water on my face, I caught a glimpse of my reflection—messy hair, puffy eyes, a
I don’t know how to cope with such a loss.The moment Noel said the words—She’s dead—something in me broke. Not cracked, not splintered—broke. Like glass shattering from the inside. It’s not just pain. It’s a kind of silence that screams. A weight that settles in your chest and refuses to move.I keep waiting to wake up. Hoping this is just another one of those twisted nightmares I’ve had since the accident. But every time I open my eyes, I’m still here—on this damn island. And Eloise is still gone.Gone.I hate that word.Because it sounds so clean. So final. But nothing about this feels clean. My memories of her come in flashes—her laugh, the way she used to say my name like it mattered, the last time we fought, the last time I made her cry. God, I can’t even remember the last time I told her I loved her.And now I’ll never get the chance to.Eloise and I never started in a proper way.I didn’t marry her out of love. I didn’t even secretly like her.I married her because I was despe
I woke up gasping for air—my lungs burning, chest tight like I’d been pulled from the bottom of the ocean. Every breath felt like fire. I coughed violently, choking on what felt like seawater or blood. Or both.Everything was a blur until my eyes landed on a face hovering above mine. Noel.His brows were furrowed, worry etched deep into the lines of his face. “Matthew,” he called out, firm but gentle. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”Safe?I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my ribs like a thousand knives. I groaned, falling back onto something soft—a bed, maybe. Wooden ceiling above me. The air smelled of salt and dampness. Waves crashed somewhere in the distance. Where the hell am I?“What happened?” I croaked, my throat raw.“You almost died,” he answered flatly. “I had to get you out.”Out of where?My head throbbed. Pieces of memory floated in and out—flashes of shouting, running, blood. Eloise.Eloise and I... we fought. Over something. No—someone.Noel.I turned my head toward
They say time heals all wounds. I used to think that was a lie we tell ourselves to make pain more bearable. But watching my family now… I know it’s not time that does the healing—it’s love.Life doesn’t go back to what it was. No—after everything that happened, it moves forward. Slowly. Quietly. And sometimes, beautifully.It’s been months since that chaotic morning when Eloah dropped that bomb during breakfast. Since then, things started changing around here. Not in the grand, dramatic way—but in small, healing ways.Eliana’s belly is growing now. She's finally smiling again. Some days are harder than others, but her strength reminds me of her mother. She spends most of her time with Eloise now—quiet conversations, warm hugs, even silent cries. It’s a bond they’re rebuilding, one I’m proud to watch from a distance. The moment I heard her scream from inside the delivery room, everything inside me stilled.Eliana—my daughter—my little girl, was about to become a mother.I was pacing
I needed air. I needed to get out of the house before I completely lost it.I found myself driving to Rafael’s place, the weight of everything pressing on me. I didn’t know why I ended up there, but I did. Maybe because he was the only one who could listen without offering judgment. Or maybe because I just needed to hear someone else’s voice that wasn’t full of disappointment or anger.Rafael answered the door, already holding a bottle of whiskey. No words were exchanged; he just handed me a glass and led me to the couch.“Talk,” he said, pouring his own drink.I sank into the couch, staring into my glass. “I don’t know what to do anymore, Raf. Eliana… she’s not the girl we raised. I thought we had a chance at fixing things, but I don’t know. She didn’t abort the baby, but she’s still a mess. I don’t understand what happened to her, to all of them.”Rafael didn’t interrupt, just took a swig of his drink, waiting for me to continue.“Everything I do feels like it’s wrong. Eloise and I,
I sat on the cold hospital couch, my hands clenched tightly in my lap as the ticking of the wall clock echoed in my ears. Elijah was pacing silently beside me, his jaw tense, arms crossed tightly over his chest.The door finally opened, and our family doctor—Dr. Ramirez—stepped in with a clipboard pressed to his chest, his expression unreadable.I stood immediately. “Doc? How is she?”Dr. Ramirez sighed, then gently closed the door behind him. “Eliana is stable now,” he began, voice calm. “She’s severely dehydrated and physically exhausted, but nothing that fluids and rest won’t fix.”Elijah exhaled sharply, relief flickering in his eyes—but only for a second.“There’s something else,” the doctor continued, shifting his weight. “She’s still pregnant.”My heart dropped.“What…?” I whispered.“She’s in her first trimester,” he said softly. “Roughly nine to ten weeks, based on her lab results and ultrasound. The bleeding wasn’t a miscarriage—it’s stress-induced. But the fetus is still th
The moment I heard Elijah's question, the moment I knew that his patience died.Between the two of us, Elijah was always the gentler one. The soft place to land. Especially when it came to our daughters, he always managed to calm the storm—even when I couldn’t. But hearing him now—his voice sharp, raw, filled with something close to rage—it scared the hell out of me.I took a shaky breath, stepping in fast, reaching for his arm. His shoulders were tense, fists clenched at his sides, and his eyes—God, his eyes were locked on Eliana like he didn’t recognize her.“Elijah... Hon, please...” I whispered, gripping his arm tightly. “That’s our daughter.”But he didn’t even look at me. He took another step forward, and Eliana flinched.“What did I hear, young woman?” he said, his voice low but thundering in the room. “You aborted—you killed your own child?”My chest tightened. I saw the tears pooling in Eliana’s eyes, her jaw trembling, but her pride still holding her back from crumbling. I c
I stood beside Eloise, both of us silent as we stared at the wall filled with framed photos. Six kids—but basically seven kids.God, time flew fast.Each photo captured a piece of our life—Eloah with his mischievous grin, Eliana's shy little smile, and the twins, Sandra and Matthew, always caught mid-laughter, Ezrah smiling naughtily, and Eliam proudly showing off his new set of teeth. Then there was Elisha, our youngest for now, her baby photo framed right at the center.I slid my arm around Eloise’s waist, pulling her closer. "If we have another one," I murmured against her hair, "we’re gonna need a bigger wall."She let out a soft laugh, and I felt it against my chest. I smiled too. This wall—it wasn't just filled with pictures. It was filled with life, with memories we built together, one kid, one moment at a time.I leaned down and kissed the side of her head, thinking…If we were given another blessing, I wouldn't hesitate.I'd fill all the walls if it meant more of her, more of
The blinding lights above me blurred through the tears in my eyes. My body shook, exhausted, every inch of me screaming in pain. I gripped the sides of the bed so hard my knuckles turned white."Push, Eloise! One more push!" the doctor said.I sucked in a breath and pushed with everything I had. My heart pounded in my ears, the world narrowing to nothing but the sound of my own strained breathing and the overwhelming need to meet my baby.Then — a cry.A loud, desperate cry that made my heart burst in my chest. Tears streamed down my face as I collapsed against the bed, gasping for air."It's a girl," the nurse said softly.A girl.Our girl.I screamed again, my body wracked with a new wave of pain. I thought it was over—but the doctor’s voice cut through the chaos."Another one! Keep pushing, Eloise!"My eyes widened in shock. Another one?I didn’t even have time to process it. Elijah and I had agreed not to do an ultrasound, wanting it to be a surprise... but we never imagined this.
"Won't you apologize for Matthew?"Those were the first words I said the moment I sat across from him. No anger. No shouting. Just a cold, tired question.Noel leaned back in his chair, chains clinking lazily, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Apologize?" he repeated, almost amused. "For what?""For everything," I said, voice flat. "For ruining him. For dragging all of us into your mess. For being the reason he's dead."Noel scoffed, shaking his head slowly like I was the one who didn’t understand. "Matthew made his own choices. Don’t put that on me.”"You robbed me of ten years with him—""Oh, come on, Eloise. Don’t act like what I did didn’t favor you. And don’t pretend you loved Matthew the way I loved him. It was Elijah you loved, not Matthew. So stop acting like you’re heartbroken just because Matthew died!”I stiffened, feeling the rage rise in my chest, but I forced myself to stay still. I wasn’t going to give Noel the satisfaction of seeing me crack."You’re right,"