Selene's Pov Everything felt too real. I was running through a path cloaked in darkness, with no clear direction, no end in sight. My breaths came in sharp bursts, each step echoing like thunder in my ears. I didn’t know what I was running from, but I knew for sure that something or someone was definitely chasing me. Above me, a voice cut through the shadows and the voice felt really familiar and urgent but I still could not see who was calling. While running I suddenly looked down mid-stride, and my heart nearly stopped. My stomach was round, heavy, undeniably pregnant. Wait... what? “When did I...?” I murmured aloud, coming to a halt, my eyes wide. “No, this isn’t real It can’t be.” But everything felt real the weight, the fear, and even the cold. Then suddenly, from the gloom, a figure emerged, a shadow, tall and fast, closing the distance. And immediately Instinct took over. I turned and ran faster than before though my legs burned, but I did not dare to stop I couldn
Collins' POV Lami didn’t speak to me until the car rolled to a stop in front of the apartment building. She sat there for a moment, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel like she was trying to convince herself not to say what was already bubbling on her tongue. Finally, she reached into the compartment between us and pulled out a sleek black keycard. "Here," she said, holding it out to me without looking directly at my face. "That's the only one you'll get, so try not to lose it. Also... behave yourself in there. It’s not like I like you or anything, but" she said glanced at me quickly, her voice tight with annoyance "my boss chose you, so I have no choice but to accept that." I took the card, my expression unreadable. "I’ll try not to disappoint," I said simply. She snorted softly under her breath, then reached for the gearshift. I didn’t wait for a comeback as I pushed open the door, stepped out, and shut it behind me. Lami was already turning the car ar
Collin's Pov I was in the living room, slouched deep into the couch, scrolling aimlessly through my phone. Notifications pinged now and then, but none of them were what I was actually waiting for. I let out a dry sigh as the sound from the ceiling fan above hummed lazily, like it was bored too.And just when I was beginning to drift into that dangerous zone between sleep and boredom, I heard heavy footsteps at the door.Great just great I said to myself as soon as I heard his voice booming from the entrance, I closed my eyes for a second and muttered under my breath, “Here we go again.”As the door swung open, and my father stepped in with that usual air of authority he wore like a uniform.. Always straight-faced, always on edge. Man barely knew how to say hello without sounding like a threat.“Good morning, Dad,” I said, not bothering to stand. “What’s up?”He shut the door with a thud, dropped his keys on the console, and walked further into the living room like a man on a miss
The city lights stretched out before us as we drove through the winding streets, headlights weaving through the dark like fireflies. The silence in the car was soft, almost comforting, until his voice broke through it. "You look different tonight." I turned to glance at him, raising a brow. "Different how?" He shrugged with a slight smile, keeping his eyes on the road. "I don’t know… just different. Like you’re not trying to hide anymore like you’re finally letting yourself be seen." That made me laugha light, breathy sound that came from somewhere deep not because it was funny, but because it was true. "Just drive," I said, shaking my head. We drove in silence again, the radio low, humming some soft tune in the background. The air was thick with the scent of my perfume, the kind that made men turn their heads in passing. My heels tapped lightly against the floor of the car, my legs crossed. Two minutes in. Three. Five. I looked into the rearview mirror abse
I stood in front of the full-length mirror, staring at the reflection of a woman I barely recognized but admired. The deep crimson gown I wore clung to my body like a secret I wasn’t ready to tell. The fabric shimmered faintly beneath the soft light, hugging every curve, and tracing every dip of my waist and hips before stopping just above mid-thigh. The slit on the side bold and unapologetic exposed my leg with every slow, deliberate step. The neckline dipped low, showcasing just enough of my cleavage to make a man stare twice. And the back was bare and rebellious. My hair, that had just been freshly curled, tumbled down in soft waves that kissed my shoulders and framed my face in a way that felt romantic yet daring. I had spent time curling every strand until I got the look I wanted, not perfect, but purposeful. My makeup was sultry a bold wine-colored lipstick, smoky eyeshadow, and lashes that curled upward like they were reaching for something untouchable. This
The courtroom was packed. Pale grey walls and mahogany chairs made the space feel both formal and cold. At the far end sat the judge, a stern woman in her late fifties, her glasses perched halfway down her nose as she shuffled papers and studied the case file before her. The placard on the bench read: Hon. Justice Beatrice Andoh. And her robe was neatly pressed, and her expression unreadable. Alessa Cole stood on one side of the courtroom, poised but visibly tense. Her lawyer sat beside her, whispering last-minute suggestions. Across from her was Ethan Cole, tailored in a charcoal suit, his expression unreadable but his eyes flickering between Alessa and the judge. Behind them sat Milo, nestled beside a court social worker, glancing nervously at both parents. Judge Beatrice banged her gavel once. "Court is now in session. Case 4872. The petition for divorce filed by Mrs. Alessa Cole against Mr. Ethan Cole." Alessa rose slowly as her lawyer gave her an encouraging nod