You’re Not the Victim, Ares
Ares stormed down the hallway like a man possessed, shoving open the drawing room door as Tessa followed slowly behind, arms crossed over her chest, cradling her still tender body.
“Marry you?” he scoffed, pacing. “My father has finally lost it. A wedding? To a stranger who faked a baby story with me in a hospital hallway?”
Tessa didn’t respond. She was still processing the whirlwind that had hijacked her life.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he snapped, turning to her. “You started this too. You could’ve said no.”
She blinked, her eyes rimmed red with exhaustion. “I just gave birth to four babies. I couldn’t even stand up straight, and you threw a million dollars in my face. What was I supposed to do?”
“You were supposed to keep it simple!” he barked. “Play pretend, help me dodge a damn ticket, and disappear!”
Her lip trembled, but she held it together. Barely. “And now I’m being pulled into a billionaire family with news reporters asking me what kind of push playlist we used while I screamed through contractions alone!”
Ares rolled his eyes. “God, you’re so dramatic.”
“I have stitches.”
“Well, I have stakes! My future, my company, my entire life is hanging on this circus!”
She went quiet, pressing her hand over her abdomen. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Your life? You think you’re the victim here?”
Ares scoffed. “What do you know about my life?”
“I don’t. But you barged into mine like a bulldozer.”
A tense silence fell between them.
***
Downstairs, Bianca Langford was already planning a luxury wedding with crystal chandeliers and designer baby tuxedos. Upstairs, Ares was silently imploding.
His phone buzzed.
Julian texted: Bro, what the hell? You’re trending. Hard.
Ares opened the link. His stomach dropped.
Langford Heir or Master Manipulator?
Sources close to the family question if Ares Langford is really the father of the mystery quadruplets. One nurse claims she saw him asking for “abandoned babies.”
“Shit.”
Tessa sat on the edge of the sofa, wincing slightly as she tried to adjust. “Something wrong?”
“Someone’s leaking info. The story’s blowing up. This… this could get ugly.”
She looked down at her lap. “Then maybe we should just tell the truth.”
He turned sharply. “What?”
She hesitated. “We end it before it gets worse.”
“No,” he snapped. “You don’t get to suggest that. You don’t get to walk out now. You’re in this as deep as I am.”
She met his gaze, tired but clear. “But I didn’t lie to the world, Ares. You did.”
He laughed bitterly. “You think my father cares about the truth? It’s about optics. Reputation. Perception. You start a lie? You stick to it. If he knows I lied, it’s over for me.”
She stayed quiet, the heavy silence filling the room.
Ares paced again, then pulled out his phone. “Fine. You want out? Name your price.”
“I already did.”
“Double it. No, triple. Five million, final offer.”
Her chin trembled, but she shook her head. “I don’t want your money anymore.”
He blinked. “Excuse me?”
“I just want to survive this. To make sure my babies are safe. That’s it.”
“You think you can do that without me?”
“I don’t know. But I’m not doing this your way anymore.”
Ares stepped closer, looming. “You forget who you’re talking to. You’re in my house. My name is on those babies.”
Tessa looked up at him, eyes glassy. She was still afraid. Still unsure. She had nowhere to go, no money, no insurance, no one to call, no house. No plan.
“Then what’s the way forward?” she asked softly.
He didn’t answer.
The door opened abruptly. Bianca waltzed in with a team of stylists.
“Darling! We need to talk wedding dresses. Tessa, you’ll look divine in Vera Wang. Oh…and we’re holding the engagement press conference tomorrow at noon!”
Tessa nearly fainted.
Ares stepped back, his heart pounding.
This was spiraling too fast, too far…too real.
And for the first time in his charmed life, his life was falling apart. His dream was to travel the world clubbing with different kinds of women.
He was supposed to be planning a trip with Julian to Byron Bay, Australia…to relax in the laid back coastal town with stunning beaches and naked women…
Not planning a wedding with stranger!
Stranded“Where is she, Chloe?” Julian’s voice cut through the early morning silence, low and urgent, as his eyes darted around the empty cabin.Chloe swallowed hard, rubbing her palms nervously against the hem of her nightgown. “I—I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the floorboards, refusing to meet his eyes.Ares stepped forward, towering over her, his chest rising and falling with barely restrained fury. His hair was unkempt from sleep, his jaw tight, and in his stormy eyes lived both panic and anger. “Don’t play games with me,” he growled. “Where is Tessa?”Chloe bit her lip, her throat working as she forced herself to look up at him. “She’s gone,” she whispered finally. “She… she left. With a man.”Julian’s head snapped toward her, disbelief written all over his face. “What?”Chloe nodded quickly, seizing on the lie, though her voice quivered. “Yes. In the middle of the night. I woke up, and I—I saw her. She ran out… a man was waiting. They l
Please help me“Where are you going in the middle of the night?”The driver’s voice was low, gravelly, and thick with suspicion as Tessa sat frozen in the passenger seat of the dented pickup truck. Her lips trembled as she tried to form words, her chest still rising and falling from the desperate sprint she’d taken down the dark Pinewood road.“I—I need to get to the city,” she whispered, her throat hoarse, her body trembling. “Please, sir, my babies…they’re waiting for me. I just need to get away from here.”The man grunted, shifting the gear, his eyes fixed on the road ahead as though she hadn’t spoken at all. His silence pressed down on her, heavy, unsettling. Tessa swallowed hard, forcing herself to speak louder, desperate to be heard.“You don’t understand. I’ve been trapped. My friend doesn’t know I’m gone. My children—they’re just infants. Four of them. I can’t…” Her voice cracked as tears slipped down her cheeks.Still, no answer. The headlights cut through the woods like dag
Running back to my babies“Ares, we need to talk about her.”Lady Bianca’s voice cut through the quietness of the marble floored sitting room. She sat upright on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly on her lap, her posture dignified and commanding as ever. Marcus stood by the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a glass of brandy, though his eyes never left his son. The weight of their scrutiny bore heavily on Ares, but he didn’t flinch.Julian, leaning casually against the mantlepiece, caught Ares’s eye and gave a subtle nod. The plan was already in motion.Ares let out a controlled breath and lowered himself into the armchair opposite his mother. “Mother… Father… what exactly do you want to know?”Bianca’s sharp gaze softened only slightly. “Don’t play games with me, Ares. Where is your baby mama? Something’s changed. Why haven’t I seen Tessa?”Marcus swirled the amber liquid in his glass, his tone blunt. “You threatened that poor innocent girl, didn’t you?”The name echoed t
Regret in your tearsThe call ended with a sharp click that seemed to echo in Ares’s ears. His pulse raced as he lowered the phone, jaw tight, eyes gleaming with the storm that had been building since he realized Tessa was gone. Across the room, Julian paced like a caged lion, his normally calculated composure unraveling with each step.“Are they in position?” Julian demanded, pausing only to rake a hand through his dark hair.“Yes,” Ares muttered, voice taut. “But it’s not enough. I want every unit in the city, every pair of eyes and ears…hell, every camera on the damn grid searching. Tessa and Chloe couldn’t have vanished into thin air.”Julian’s eyes flickered with frustration. “She’s scared, Ares. You pushed too hard, and now she’s running. And if she’s running, it means she doesn’t trust us.”Ares shot him a glare sharp enough to slice through steel. “Trust isn’t the point. Safety is. If she thinks she can hide from me, from her responsibility, she’s wrong. I’ll find her. And whe
Running The walls were closing in.That’s how it felt for Tessa as she stood in front of the mirror in the guest room Lady Bianca assigned to her. She could still feel the soreness of childbirth in her bones but here she was, stuffed into a designer gown. “You need to leave,” Chloe whispered from behind, pacing round the room. “Tonight…” Tessa turned to her, confused. “What are you talking about? Leave to why? Why would I leave?” “You need to run away. You can’t stay here anymore.” Chloe said.Tessa’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Chloe stepped closer, her voice and expression stern. “You said it yourself, Tessa. You don’t trust him. You’re afraid he’s going to throw you out any moment. What if that day is tomorrow? Where will you go to? The dorm? Impossible. How long can you survive with three million? You have student loans to repay.”“But my babies…” Tessa stuttered blinking her eyes in disapproval. “Exactly! The babies! How will you take care of them? You’ve got a house
A bad dayThe engagement party was underway — live orchestra, champagne towers, diamond draped guests, and a swarm of reporters buzzing about the “miracle”dad and his mysterious fiancée.Tessa Monroe stood at the top of the staircase, her heart pounding.The glittering gown scratched her skin. Her heels pinched. But the worst pain came from knowing her quadruplets, two boys, two girls were just two floors below with nannies… and not one of them had been brought to see her all evening.This wasn’t an engagement. It was a trap. A cage.Downstairs, Ares Langford shook hands and posed for photos, laughing with a senator, smiling for cameras. He looked like the king of the world.Until he saw Julian Reyes enter.Julian, his best friend since prep school. Partner in crime and confidant.Julian’s expression darkened the moment he spotted him. He didn’t even grab a drink before charging straight through the ballroom.“What the hell is this?” he snapped, gripping Ares by the arm. “Engaged?”Ar