LOGINMIRELLE'S POVEvery ounce of delight had vanished, and my heart twisted painfully with guilt. "Asher..." I called, feeling heavily ashamed. "I didn't mean to say it like that about never wanting to carry your child because something is wrong with you. You know, if things ever turn out like that, which I hope it wouldn't, aborting would be the solution because how do I explain ending up with a child with you?” I tried to word it better this time, keeping my voice calm. He was quiet for a few seconds. “Yes, it's your choice. You were saying it like I would abandon my child.” He said, his mood gradually returning to normal as he started the engine and pulled the car onto the road, driving away.“Nah, you would be a good daddy,” I teased. He gave me an amused side-eye. “I don't like kids.” His lips curled into a playful, smug smile. “Oh, then if your wife wants one?” I frowned. “Then we take care of them together. It's my responsibility. But personally, I don't think I will be abl
MIRELLE'S POV “Do you have one here?” I creased my brows in confusion. “I mean, among all those mansions? You know, while I was walking down the estate road, I felt so uncomfortable because there was no sign of anyone living there,” I asked, unable to keep my inquisitive mouth shut. “There are no outsiders in the St. Ledger estate. It's not like other estates. All the buildings you see there belong to my late father's sons and some of his relatives, which he built to keep the bond together, but the moment he died, everyone scattered. During Thanksgiving, or festive periods, they might come and stay there, then go back again,” He said nonchalantly. “Your late father's sons…” I trailed off, raising an eyebrow. “I and my brothers.” He grunted. “One is late,” He finally added after a few seconds of silence. My breath caught in my throat. Everything Lucas had revealed to me due to him being under the influence of a sex drug came rushing back, but I kept silent this time because, from
MIRELLE'S POV I tiptoed out of the guest room, following the familiar turns and corners of the extravagant villa. My senses sharpened as I retraced the path we had taken the night before. Even my eyes felt unbearably heavy from the sleepless night, but I still forced myself to stay alert, my gaze darting around the quiet living room as I searched for anyone who might stop me. I had almost reached the huge living room when the butler suddenly walked in from another hallway.I froze on the spot.My hand instinctively rose to scratch my ear nervously before I straightened up so that she wouldn't suspect anything. As she approached, I composed myself. "Good morning, ma'am. Is there anything you need?" She asked calmly and bowed slightly. "I want to leave this place."Her expression barely changed, but I noticed the sudden tension in her shoulders and the rapid flutter of her eyelashes."Should I get the cars prepared?""No." I snapped, keeping my voice low. I wondered if any of the
MIRELLE'S POV I watched quietly, ignoring the way my body was shivering with horror.“Why do you think you can keep doing that to me? We are not even on good terms,” She whined, pushing his hand away when he tried to touch her again.“What does that have to do with me?” Lucas smirked flirtatiously.My skin crawled with disgust at the way they acted like a perfectly normal couple.This is literally a stepmother and son in a secret relationship that no one knows how long it has been going on!I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, but I just wrapped my hand over my throat instead to stop myself from losing it. “You could have at least defended me when your father kept saying in my presence that Mirelle will soon become the madam of this house, even though he never allows me to have full control over the activities in here or fulfill any kind of intimate rights with me. I felt so insulted because he has always prioritized other women's needs and ignored me like a piece of trash.” S
MIRELLE'S POV All in all, ten years ago, Lucas was fifteen. So his father started making it clear that he had no say in his love life. How strange, and most importantly, why me? It's more concerning that he is opening up to me. Judging from the way he keeps stretching every word that comes out of his mouth, it's clear that he is currently under the influence of something. He doesn't sound normal. The wine that was served wasn't alcoholic. What could it be? “He is scared of losing you,” He began, his face twisting bitterly. “Really?” I let out a fake gasp just to keep the conversation going. “Yes. My father wouldn't be triggered by the whole relationship thing if it wasn't deeply important to him, and I guess it's all related to the empire that he holds dear to his heart.” Lucas shook his head, blinking his eyes drowsily. I think whatever was disturbing him has just begun to take a huge toll, because his forehead has become damp with sweat even though it's cold here. “Fathe
MIRELLE'S POV Lucas's father raised an eyebrow at his son, slightly pushing his jaw forward toward his wife in a way to silently ask what could be wrong with her. I shifted my eyes back to Lucas, who only shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he had no idea why his stepmother acted like that. I feel like it's because of my presence in the Villa tonight, or the joke about me becoming the mistress of the house soon. The elderly man walked forward, while we followed him behind. The moment I stepped into the huge villa, the cold air from the air conditioning brushed against my skin. The polished marble floor gleamed beneath the massive crystal chandelier, while expensive furniture and elegant decorations filled the spacious interior. We walked into the living room, where a long, luxurious couch sat in the middle beneath another beautiful chandelier. Everything smelled like money. Mr. St Ledger pointed towards one of the couches. “Both of you should sit down. We need to t







