MasukArjan merely clenched his fist, not following Taylah to hurt her. He never did this holding himself back, he violated Taylah because of hi poor anger management. But today, he slammed his hand against the table, the sound loud enough to reach Taylah. She flinched instinctively. She hadn’t expected anything less from Arjan. Yet, strangely, he didn’t follow her or act on his rage. “Sir, your file,” the butler said, handing it over before quietly walking away. Arjan remained seated, his thoughts drifting back to what had happened earlier that morning. Ethan had stormed into his office without warning, his face flushed with anger. He had slammed his hands on the table and snapped, “Why the hell didn’t you bring Taylah to her birthday party? She deserves better, Arjan.” Arjan scoffed, his brows knitting together at the accusation. “And who are you to speak?” he snapped. “Why didn’t you treat her better back then? Maybe if you had, I’d never have laid a finger on her.” “You—” Ethan’
Taylah was sleeping soundly in her room when the butler knocked on the door, gently waking her. She stirred up from the sleep, rubbing her eyes as she slowly opened them, trying to steady herself for the day ahead. Sunlight streamed through the window, flooding the room with a soft glow. The distant chirping of birds should have been calming, yet it barely soothed her restless mind. Her thoughts circled endlessly around Arjan. It had been nearly two years now, and still he hadn’t changed. For the past few days, he had been leaving the mansion before she woke and returning only after she had fallen asleep. Sometimes, he didn’t come home at all. And when he didn’t, she knew exactly where he was... always with Dia. She had been assaulted a few days ago, and that had been the final blow. He hadn’t touched her since, yet his words continued to wound her, stripping her dignity piece by piece, humiliating her without mercy. She longed to reach out to her grandparents or even to Laurenc
Taylah was playing chess with her grandpa, already teetering on the edge of defeat. “Grandpa, go easy on me,” she pleaded. “Bargaining already?” Mr. Russell chuckled. “If this old man didn’t have a few complications while making his moves, the game would’ve been over long ago.” Taylah puffed out her cheeks, pouting and sulking, her eyes darting between the board and her opponent as she braced herself for the loss she knew was coming. That was when the maids announced the arrival of a guest. Mr. Russell rose from the sofa and walked out of his study to see who it was. Taylah followed closely behind. She froze the moment she saw him. Arjan? Had a month already passed? No… not even close. With a shivering body, she followed her grandpa. “Arjan… how have you been?” Mr. Russell asked. His firm tone went completely unnoticed by the latter. However, Mrs. Russell beamed from ear to ear at the sight of her grandson-in-law. Little did she know… “Coffee or juice?” she asked cheerfully
“Is your father still angry with us?” A sudden gloom settled over the dining hall, thickening the air. “You know how stubborn he can be.” Taylah stood there, confused, lost in the fragments of a past she didn’t fully understand. Laurence let out a soft chuckle and gently explained. “Your mother and I were close... close enough for my father to believe we were romantically involved. He went as far as publicly announcing our so-called relationship. But that was already the time Evelyn was seeing Edwards.” His voice grew heavier. “It caused an uproar. I was furious with my father for not telling me beforehand, for letting such things be announced without my consent. I made a scene… and soon after, I was sent abroad.” "When I returned, she was already married and she had you." Taylah didn’t know how to put words to the storm inside her. The elderly couple’s faces fell. They were still mourning their daughter, still aching from the loss. They had raised her with boundless love, c
Taylah stood by the window, leaning lightly against the frame, her gaze turned toward the sun as it poured a golden glow over her skin. Her clothes hung loosely from her body, quietly hinting at curves she no longer tried to hide.Weeks had passed, and her health, both physically and mentally had improved remarkably. There was a gentle ease to her now, a woman slowly learning to breathe again, finding unexpected comfort in the quiet days spent with her grandparents.A sudden gust of wind brushed against her like an uninvited touch, slipping over her skin with careless intimacy. She hissed at the chill and wrapped her arms around herself, holding on as though grounding her own existence.She looked like a living poem... art in motion, beautiful yet overlooked.A soft knock broke the moment.She turned toward the sound and froze.Laurence Montclair stood there.What was he doing here?She didn’t know it yet but for Laurence, time had gotten old. The girl he remembered had grown into a s
The trio settled into the garden, sunlight filtering through the leaves as the maids served them coffee and light snacks.“We came by your house last weekend,” Louis said gently. “But they wouldn’t let us in. They said no one was allowed to see you.” His gaze lingered on her. “What’s going on there, Taylah?”Taylah lowered her head, fingers tightening around her cup. She didn’t know how to tell the truth without bleeding all over it. She didn’t want her friends to see the kind of hell she had been surviving.“It’s always like that,” she said quietly. “Don’t mind it.”“Like hell it is,” Dicentra scoffed, unable to read the room. “Look at you... you’re like a skinny ghost.”Louis cleared his throat, a silent warning, but Dicentra was already tumbling over words she’d been holding back for days.Taylah let out a small chuckle.The sound caught in Dicentra’s throat. She stared, momentarily stunned because despite everything, despite the shadows clinging to her, Taylah looked heartbreaking







