로그인Taylah was having a drink somewhere where she could feel safe. Arjan was a psycho, she was sure about that but how could she escape from the hell she jumped into by herself. She was detached from the outer worlds, Not to mention she couldn't contact Dicentra and Louis. Her train of thoughts pulled back by the sudden touch of someone. "Mrs Davier....?" Taylah whispered, not heard the elder. "Taylah, My dear..." Mrs Davier tried to make a conversation with her but she avoided openly. "Won't you talk to me?" "I've no reason to start a conversation with you, Mrs. Davier." It was bold of her to address Mrs Davier like she was third person. "How... Why are you talking to me like a third person?" Taylah didn't speak, she just pulled out a locket Mrs.Davier had given to her telling that was token from her mother. "I don't need this anymore." There no more words shared from her but Mrs Davier understood what she was thinking. Taylah was tortured by her son, She couldn't do anythi
Dia finally made up her mind and marched toward Taylah. As she got closer, she put on a confident expression."Well, look who’s here."Taylah’s expression turned cold. The last thing she wanted was to run into Dia—or worse, confront her. She didn’t have the strength left to face anyone, especially Dia and Arjan, the most shameless couple alive."Are you blind?"Taylah’s sharp response only fueled Dia’s anger."Just because you're wearing an unreleased dress by designer Edith Ashford doesn’t make you a princess. You’re still just a servant girl in this lifetime," Dia sneered, intent on humiliating Taylah.Taylah’s eyes widened in shock. She never imagined she’d ever wear a piece from one of the most renowned designers. The year-end party was a high-profile event, known for forging connections between small and large-scale businesses—but it also had a dark reputation. It was one of the dirtiest events of the year, where rivals exposed secrets to ruin reputations, destroy businesses, an
The car ride was silent. The air between them was thick, but neither of them dared to speak. She wasn't ready to confront him and waste her energy. It was already too much for them to digest that she was going to a year-end party with Arjan that had nothing to do with her at all. When the car pulled up to the grand venue, the lights from the chandeliers inside spilt out onto the red carpet outside. As the door opened, Taylah was greeted by flashing cameras and the buzz of reporters’ voices. The chaos hit her all at once. “Mr Davier, are the rumours true about You and Mrs Dia Davier dating even though you are married?” “Mrs Taylah Davier, can you tell us how married life is treating you? Words leaked that you guys are expecting? Is that true?” “What happened between Davier's young couple? The brides seemed switched. Any word about that, Mr Davier?” Taylah blinked rapidly, overwhelmed by the barrage of questions. She wasn’t used to this. The attention, the scrutiny—it wasn’t her w
The Day was slowly slipping into dusk when a soft knock echoed on the door of Taylah’s room. She looked up from the book she hadn’t really been reading and hesitated for a moment before walking over. Opening the door, she found the butler standing neatly at the threshold, holding a large white garment bag over his arm. “Young madame,” he greeted politely, bowing his head. “Mrs. Davier sent this for you. It’s the dress she’s arranged for you to wear to the year-end party tonight.” Taylah blinked at him, caught slightly off guard. She didn’t have any clue about the party at all. She opened the door a little wider, allowing him to step in while mulling over her thoughts. As the butler carefully laid the dress on the edge of the bed, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at it, frowned slightly, and answered immediately. “Yes, madam,” he said after a beat. “She’s here… Yes, I’ll hand it to her now.” He held the phone out to Taylah. “It’s Mrs. Davier, Young madame. She wishes to
Things had been gradually settling down since the social media accounts were taken care of. It had taken a great deal of effort and money from the Davier family. Taylah had been staying indoors, living like a typical housewife, tending to household chores. But being confined inside had severely affected her mental health.While she suffered, there were people—no, two people—who were genuinely worried about her.Dicentra kept zoning out, her focus slipping again and again. She had been cleaning the table for nearly half an hour. It was a hectic Saturday night, with people crowding in. By around 3 AM, almost all the customers had left the bar.She snapped back to reality when she felt a tap on her shoulder.“You’ve been cleaning the same spot for almost half an hour, Di… Where’s your mind, buddy?” Louis leaned against the table, facing Dicentra, who let out a heavy sigh as she mirrored his stance.“I haven’t been able to reach Taylah… It’s been four or five months. I don’t trust the Dav
By the time the meeting ended, it was already past 9 PM. Ethan had left the company before Arjan. Arjan couldn’t make it to college as he had been tied up in meetings with shareholders regarding their stock purchases.When he picked up his phone to check for any missed calls, he found several notifications and messages—some from his parents and others from Dia. Sighing, he rubbed his temple before dialing Dia’s number.She answered after a single ring."Arjan... Where are you? Did something happen at the company? I hope those old hags didn’t give you a hard time," Dia asked, feigning innocence.Arjan couldn’t help but smile at how considerate she was."It's fine, Dia... Just some internal conflicts. I'm just tired. I’ll get some rest once I reach the mansion. You should rest too. And don’t watch the news for now," Arjan said as he hopped into the car and started the engine."Why?""Nothing, just… you know how controversies about us keep circulating online. I don’t want you to be upset







