“I’m not a weak woman, Jackson! I’ll make you regret this!” Olivia screamed, her voice echoing through the walls of the house.Hunter Jackson stood at the doorway, his face as cold as unmelted snow. His eyes locked on Olivia’s, unblinking, as if measuring how much of her fury he could endure.“Eliana is sick. And you… you didn’t even show up when she needed her father for three nights straight!” Olivia stepped forward, her fists clenched at her sides. “What matters more than your own child’s life, huh?! Wealth? Status? Your pride?!”Hunter opened his mouth to speak, but Olivia cut him off.“Don’t. I don’t need excuses from someone who wasn’t there when I cried alone in a hospital hallway!” Her voice cracked, full of pain and betrayal.Hunter exhaled slowly, trying to remain calm. “I didn’t care that Eliana was in the hospital. You knew that, didn’t you—”“And somehow, that’s my fault?!” Olivia snapped, her eyes blazing. “You didn’t even lift a finger when I was kidnapped while pregnan
Olivia Grace never imagined that tonight would become the most devastating night of her life.She stood frozen behind the glass doors of the lavish nightclub, her body refusing to move as her eyes locked onto her husband—Hunter Jackson—laughing and touching the arm of his ex-girlfriend, Sophia Joy.Purple and blue neon lights danced through the air, the music thundered, and the guests' laughter filled the room—but Olivia's world had gone completely silent. No sound, only the racing beat of her heart battling the crashing waves of emotion inside her."Why would he cheat on me with Sophia Joy? What did I lack that made him turn away?" her mind screamed.Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought them back with everything she had. She wouldn't cry. Not in front of everyone silently laughing at her misery.She had trusted Hunter completely. He came home late every night, claiming overtime. She never checked his phone—because she believed love shouldn't be built on suspicion.But everythi
Olivia Grace walked away from the nightclub with Ethan. The sharp clack of her heels echoed against the floor, each step firm despite the storm raging inside her. Anger and disappointment collided in her chest like a violent tempest.Behind them, Hunter Jackson clenched his fists, his jaw tight. Watching his wife leave with another man—especially Ethan, his former best friend—made his blood boil.“Hey!” Hunter pushed through the partying crowd and marched straight toward Ethan, eyes blazing. “Don’t tell me you’re the one who told Olivia about this birthday party?”Ethan raised an eyebrow, smirking with ease. “Me? Telling your wife?” He let out a short laugh and crossed his arms. “I’ve never even met your wife before. I came here because I was invited by Sophia Joy.”“Don’t lie to me, Ethan!” Hunter pointed a trembling finger at him, rage pulsing through every word. “I know you used to love Olivia. So don’t act like your appearance here is some coincidence. You’re here to take her back
Olivia Grace’s body felt weaker with every step. Cold sweat drenched her temples as she rushed, head down, toward the restroom of the luxurious shopping mall, one hand covering her mouth, fighting the urge to vomit everything out.The moment she entered a stall, she dropped to her knees in front of the toilet and threw up violently. Her stomach emptied itself mercilessly—for the third time today, maybe more. Her whole body trembled.“What’s happening to me?” she whispered between shallow breaths. “I wasn’t even feeling sick before.”Her hands trembled as she splashed cold water on her face at the sink. The mirror reflected a pale face, tired eyes. Her makeup had all but disappeared, making her look even more exhausted than she already felt.Her stomach was still churning, but this time, it wasn’t just physical. Her mind was in turmoil. Everything from the night before played in loops— the birthday party that wasn’t hers, the guilty look in Hunter’s eyes, and Ethan, the man from her pa
Olivia Grace sat in the luxurious car owned by her husband, Hunter Jackson. Her face was pale—not just from the nausea of the newly discovered pregnancy, but from the storm of emotions raging inside her. She couldn’t believe he had the audacity to drag her home like that."Hunter, let me go! You can’t just pull me around like that in public!" Olivia shouted, yanking her arm from Hunter’s firm grip.Hunter kept his eyes on the road, his jaw clenched tightly. “I’m your husband, Olivia. I have the right to bring you home. Did you really think I’d let you spend the night with your ex?”The jealousy burning inside him was reaching its limit.“I just needed a quiet place to think! You don’t know anything about what I’m going through right now!” Olivia shot back, her voice raised.Hunter pulled into the driveway of their grand estate. A heavy silence hung between them as they entered the house. Once the door shut behind them, Olivia turned to face him with fire in her eyes.“What were you th
Olivia Grace sat quietly in the backyard of her house. The morning breeze gently swayed the loose strands of her hair as they danced freely around her shoulders. In her hands, a cup of warm tea released a calming aroma. For a moment, she closed her eyes, trying to forget all the arguments and doubts clouding her marriage with Hunter Jackson.But the serenity didn’t last long.Suddenly, from behind the bushes, a masked man emerged in silence. With swift, practiced movements, he grabbed Olivia from behind, clamping his hand over her mouth. Olivia froze in shock, her body tense. The tea slipped from her hands, spilling onto the grass. She struggled, but it was useless. He was too strong.“Mmmhh...!” Olivia tried to scream, but her voice was muffled by the rough hand covering her mouth. Her eyes widened in fear.Seconds later, Olivia's body went limp. She fainted in the arms of her captor. Effortlessly, the man lifted her up and vanished into the trees, leaving behind a steaming teacup an
Olivia Grace's hands trembled as she tried to move her wrists, rubbing the coarse rope that bound her to the leg of the chair. Her skin was raw, stinging with every scrape. Her breathing was ragged, filling the empty, damp, and foul-smelling room."I can escape from this place," she whispered with fierce determination, though fear gnawed relentlessly at her mind.With every desperate rub, the rope slowly began to loosen. Tiny cuts tore into her skin, but Olivia didn't care. She had to get out. She had to return to her husband—to the life that had been stolen from her.With one hard yank, the rope finally snapped. Olivia nearly collapsed to the floor, her knees weak, but survival instincts kicked in. She forced herself up, steadying her trembling body. Her eyes scanned the room wildly, searching for an exit.There were no doors she could reach without making noise. The only way out was an old window in the corner, its glass cracked, the frame rotting.Without a second thought, Olivia b
Olivia Grace pushed open the massive double doors of the master bedroom—the room that had once held all her dreams—with unwavering resolve.Without hesitation, she stepped inside, the sharp clack of her heels striking against the gleaming wooden floor. Her cold, emotionless gaze swept across the room. A faint scent of another woman’s perfume still lingered in the air, stabbing her senses and churning her stomach with disgust.With a firm motion, she pressed the service bell.A maid appeared within seconds, confusion etched across her face."Clean everything," Olivia commanded, her voice as sharp as a blade. "Change all the sheets. I don’t want a single trace of her left here. As for the clothes—" Olivia pointed at the closet filled with Shopia’s expensive dresses, "—pack them all up. Now."The maid hesitated, glancing nervously toward the door."I said now!" Olivia snapped, her voice cracking like a whip.The maid jumped into action, hurriedly stripping the sheets from the bed and tos
“I’m not a weak woman, Jackson! I’ll make you regret this!” Olivia screamed, her voice echoing through the walls of the house.Hunter Jackson stood at the doorway, his face as cold as unmelted snow. His eyes locked on Olivia’s, unblinking, as if measuring how much of her fury he could endure.“Eliana is sick. And you… you didn’t even show up when she needed her father for three nights straight!” Olivia stepped forward, her fists clenched at her sides. “What matters more than your own child’s life, huh?! Wealth? Status? Your pride?!”Hunter opened his mouth to speak, but Olivia cut him off.“Don’t. I don’t need excuses from someone who wasn’t there when I cried alone in a hospital hallway!” Her voice cracked, full of pain and betrayal.Hunter exhaled slowly, trying to remain calm. “I didn’t care that Eliana was in the hospital. You knew that, didn’t you—”“And somehow, that’s my fault?!” Olivia snapped, her eyes blazing. “You didn’t even lift a finger when I was kidnapped while pregnan
The luxury boutique in the heart of the city was quiet, filled only with the scent of expensive perfume and soft classical music playing in the background. But the tranquility shattered in an instant.“What do you mean all my cards were declined?!” Madam Vivian’s voice rang out sharply, echoing through the marble-lined room.The female cashier flinched. “I’m sorry, Madam... we tried all three of your cards. Each transaction was rejected by the bank’s system.”“I’m a VIP customer! I’ve been shopping here for over twenty years! Try again!” she snapped, slamming her diamond-adorned hand on the counter.The cashier hesitated, then ran the card once more. The result was the same.“I’m sorry, Madam. Your accounts appear to be... frozen.”Heads turned. Several customers glanced over; a few already had their phones out, recording. Madam Vivian’s cheeks flushed—not with rage, but with shame.Scowling, she reached into her Hermes bag, yanked out her phone, and made a call.---In a sleek, high-
Eliana slowly opened her eyes. Her head felt heavy, her vision was blurry, and her entire body was weak. She tried to sit up, but her arms felt powerless. The air was damp and foul. As she glanced around, she realized she was in a small, dark room—the walls were made of rough concrete, and a single dim light hung from the ceiling.“Where... am I?” she whispered weakly.Her hands were tied to a metal chair with strong nylon rope. In the corner of the room, a small camera pointed directly at her face. Not far away, her stuffed bunny lay on the floor, dirty and ragged.Footsteps echoed from outside. Eliana held her breath. The iron door creaked open painfully, and a masked man stepped inside. He was tall, with heavy steps, carrying a tray with a bottle of water and a piece of bread.“Here. Eat. You need energy,” the man said gruffly.“I want to go home…” Eliana murmured, tears rolling down her cheeks. “Please… Mama must be looking for me…”The man said nothing. He placed the tray on the
Olivia shoved open the door to her house with a forceful push. Her heart was still pounding, overwhelmed by anxiety for Eliana. But her steps came to an abrupt halt when the pungent scent of alcohol hit her—followed by the unmistakable sound of laughter echoing from the living room.With furrowed brows, Olivia quietly stepped toward the source of the noise. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw Hunter Jackson, her husband, lounging on the sofa with a whiskey glass in hand. Beside him sat Sophia Joy—his second wife. The two were laughing lightly, as if the world belonged to them.“You?” Olivia whispered, stunned.Hunter turned his head, momentarily surprised, but his lips quickly curled into a smile. “Darling… you're home.”Olivia stepped closer, her voice sharp. “Shouldn’t you be at the hospital? Joe is in critical condition.”Sophia stood up, stomping her foot. “This isn’t your concern! Stay out of our happiness!”“Happiness?” Olivia let out a bitter laugh, her eyes narrowing. “Yo
Olivia Grace stared at her phone with trembling hands. She took a deep breath and dialed Daniel’s number. Her voice came out strained, filled with suppressed anger.“Daniel, find out who had the audacity to kidnap Eliana,” she said sharply.“WHAT, Ma’am? Eliana… kidnapped?” Daniel’s voice sounded panicked on the other end.“Yes! And don’t waste my time with questions. I want to know who did it and where they took her. IMMEDIATELY!” Olivia ended the call with a trembling hand. Her tears were on the verge of falling, but she held them back. Not now. She had to stay strong.On the other side of the city, Daniel jumped from his seat, grabbed his jacket and car keys. In less than fifteen minutes, he arrived at the hospital. His breath quickened when he saw Olivia standing in the hallway—her face pale, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.“I’ll find Eliana, Ma’am. I promise,” Daniel said, placing a hand gently on Olivia’s arm, trying to offer a bit of reassurance. But there was no comfort
After receiving a blood donation from Hunter Jackson, Eliana slowly began to open her eyes. The once tightly shut lids now blinked against the fluorescent lights above her hospital bed."Mommy?" she whispered weakly.Olivia, who had been sitting loyally by her daughter’s side, immediately leaned in. Tears welled up and spilled freely down her cheeks as she took Eliana’s small hand.“Eliana, you’re awake, sweetheart!” Her voice trembled, thick with emotion.“Mommy, I have to be strong... I don’t want to see you sad anymore,” Eliana murmured, her eyes barely open but full of resolve.That simple statement, so gentle yet powerful, pierced Olivia’s heart. She squeezed her daughter’s hand tightly, as if anchoring her to life.“Thank you, baby… thank you for being strong for Mommy.”Before the warmth of the moment could fully settle, the hallway outside erupted in chaos. Loud footsteps pounded the floor, mingled with panicked voices and desperate sobs.Eliana’s brow furrowed weakly. “Mom… w
Daniel stood frozen, his eyes widening as he watched Olivia sign the document handed over by Hunter Jackson. His fists clenched at his sides, as if resisting the urge to intervene.“Miss… are you really signing that paper?” he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief.Olivia turned slowly, her face calm, yet her sorrow was clearly reflected in her eyes. She drew in a deep breath, as if forcing herself to swallow a bitter reality.“I don’t have a choice, Daniel,” she whispered. “Right now, all I care about is making sure my daughter is safe.”With a firm, albeit trembling hand, she passed the file back to Hunter. In an instant, Sophia Joy snatched it eagerly, her smile widening like she had just won a battle.“Finally… it’s this easy to become the boss,” she sneered with a mocking laugh, her eyes gleaming with triumph as they locked onto Olivia’s.Olivia didn’t respond. She simply shook her head, refusing to dignify Sophia with an answer. But inside, her chest tightened painfully. Non
Olivia stared at the phone screen Daniel handed her. The photo showed the underside of her car—its brake line had been cleanly cut, as if by the hands of a professional.“The brake line was cut. This wasn’t some ordinary malfunction,” Daniel said softly. “Someone wanted that car to fail.”Olivia froze. Her throat tightened. Her entire body went cold like ice.“You mean... the accident was planned?” she whispered, barely audible.Daniel nodded slowly. “I believe someone is trying to kill you, Ma’am.”Olivia closed her eyes. Her mind raced.Who would do such a thing? Who wants me dead? Hunter… or Sophia Joy?Those two names filled her thoughts instantly. Hunter Jackson—her husband turned enemy. Sophia Joy—the woman who quietly stole her place. Both of them had reasons to want her gone.She was still reeling from the shock when hurried footsteps echoed nearby. Hunter Jackson had just come out of the blood donor room. His expression remained calm as always, but his eyes held a chilling
The ambulance siren wailed as the emergency vehicle pulled into the ER entrance. Nurses rushed to lower the stretcher carrying Elliana—her small body pale and limp, an oxygen tube clinging to her nose. Olivia Grace ran close behind, the blood on her temple still fresh, but she didn’t care. Her heart was beating for one thing only—her daughter’s survival.“Take her to the pediatric ICU, now! We need a CT scan and a full blood panel!” one of the doctors barked.Olivia stopped at the edge of the emergency room entrance. The staff wouldn’t let her in. She stood frozen, trembling, her hand covering her mouth. Her eyes locked on the door that had just shut tightly in front of her.Time crawled. Every second sliced through her chest like a knife.Minutes later, a nurse approached her. The young woman held a clipboard, her expression tight with concern.“Miss Olivia,” she said gently. “We’ve run a blood test on Elliana. Unfortunately… her blood type is very rare—AB Rh-negative. We don’t have