로그인OPHELIAAs I stepped out fully from the car, the gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd. My mother-in-law wasn’t the only one wearing that expression. The cameras clicked faster, the flashes exploding dangerously in such a way that I could barely see the spot ahead of me.Ronan’s men controlled the paparazzi. They kept them at arm's length to make sure they didn’t reach us. “Mr Throne, has your relationship with your family changed?”“Are you attending the party with your husband’s enemy, Mrs Whitmore?” Their questions echoed around us as Ronan extended his arm, which I wrapped my hand around. Together, we stepped through the marble steps leading to the entrance. “Have you completely lost your mind, Opehlia Whitmore?” She bit out through her teeth as we got to the entrance, an obvious practiced smile plastered on her lips. As usual, she ignored Ronan and continued. “Julius would be even more furious with this.”We didn’t stop. Ronan didn’t even spare her a glance and neither
OPHELIAI was no longer going to pretend my marriage hadn’t ended. Every single time I logged into my internet account, news feeds of Julius and Julius always popped up. If they weren’t calling him the husband of the year, they were calling us the forever couple.Today, my arrival with Ronan at the birthday party would make it clear and break the illusion of a perfect marriage that Julius was trying to keep. Staring at the strings of messages on my phone, I let out a breath.Julius: It’s grandmother’s birthday. Everyone is expecting us. Don’t be absent.Julius: I’ve let you have enough fun with your boyfriend. It’s enough. We’re still married. Don’t embarrass us with your absence.Another one.Julius: Mother has forgiven you for that day. Make sure not to cause a scene today. The next text that I scrolled into made my eyes almost roll inside.Julius: I’m wearing blue. Come wearing blue too.His public image again. Always protecting his appearance, his reputation, and his image in p
OPHELIA Julius barely finished his words before a large hand seized him by the neck. Ronan’s men surrounded him. Knowing how Julius was, I’d asked them to come in if I delayed more than ten minutes. A punch landed on his face, the sounds of his bones cracking filling my ears. “Leave my son.” Another punch was delivered to his face and the three men held him down to his knees. Breath quickening, and with bloodied lips, he stared at me with a blazing expression. “My lawyer will contact you soon. If you don’t sign the papers, this is only just the beginning of what you’ll receive.” Casting his mother one last look, I grabbed my bag. ****** “Welcome back, Mrs Whitmore.” The employees at my father’s company were gathered around the lobby of the company when I got there. I stopped before them and assessed, noticing a lot of unfamiliar faces. “Thank you all.” I acknowledged. Their attention shifted to beside me and I knew they were wondering who the little girl beside me was. A
OPHELIAThe next day, just as I’d planned, I arrived at the penthouse. Even though Ronan had said he would handle everything, I’d gone regardless. Standing outside the house that used to be my home, I lifted my fingers to punch in the password of the door.16112000.He hadn’t changed it yet. My birthdate. My stomach churned. Didn’t we stop pretending? It was high time he dropped everything all all the pretense that came with him.As I stepped into the house, I realised that it was only the password of the door that hadn’t changed. Everything else had.The smell of my home— my former home, the air, the green doormat that used to be my favorite, even our umbrella stand was gone. Good.When my eyes fell on the woman who sat on the unfamiliar couch, I couldn’t help but grunt.Kate Whitmore. My soon-to-be ex-mother-in-law. She wheezed as her eyes landed on me. They almost popped out of their sockets and I watched the horror in them as they trailed from my white blazer top which had a f
OPHELIA“Let her.”All eyes snapped toward Ronan when he appeared from behind. The servants instantly moved to the side as he sauntered over to us still dressed in the black shirt and pants from the morning.“Do you really make cars, bad Uncle?”“Alia.” I scolded.Ronan crossed his fingers behind his back and glanced at the portraits. “I do, why?”“So cool,” she muttered so low but loud enough for everyone to hear. Alia’s lips pouted and she glared at her uncle as if she was mad that she found what he did cool.“You seem to be interested in my paintings and cars, Miss Princess.”She stood on her tiptoes again and ran her hand over the painting. “Did you paint all of these?” He shrugged. Again, Alia’s mouth fell open. I had the same expression.I knew that Ronan Throne designed most of his cars himself and was involved in every process in making them. What I never imagined was the man having hobbies like painting or drawing.She moved to my side and stayed behind my leg, peering at hi
OPHELIA“Welcome Mr Throne, Miss Ophelia, Miss Alia.”By the time we arrived at Ronan’s home, the housekeepers were already situated by the entrance of the house. Ronan lowered the child to the floor and the moment her eyes fell on the three housekeepers, she quickly hid behind my legs.I led her forward and we stepped into the house. “Thank you.” Turning to Alia, I made her stand beside me but she struggled and ran behind me again. “She’s a little bit shy around strangers.” We’d need to work on that. “Alia, this is Edith, the head housekeeper, Naomi, and Lydia.” I rubbed her head. “They’re just like Nana back at home.”At the mention of her favorite housekeeper back at Julius’s penthouse, she peeked out of my legs.“Say hi to them.”Reluctantly, she uttered. “Hi. I’m Alia.” I patted her head as encouragementsAfter she spoke, the housekeepers swooned and waved at her. “How adorable. Is she your child, Miss Ophelia,” Edith asked.“Yes, she is.”“Enough questions,” Ronan butted in. “
OPHELIA Not a second passed before I pulled away and took a quick step away from him. “Mr Throne.” As always, my brother-in-law wore that same smug, unreadable expression. He said nothing. Instead, his eyes raked over my body slowly and deliberately, from my head to my toes. Then his gaze retu
OPHELIASelena paused the moment her eyes fell on me. She looked from me to the child and before I could blink, she hurried toward us, shoved me out of the way, and bundled the child in a hug. “Alia, dear.”I grabbed the table to steady myself.“Oh, my child. Thank goodness you’re awake. I was alm
OPHELIAMaternity match?My brows knitted together and I looked from Nova to the paper. When my eyes grew sore from staring blankly at the report, I again lifted my gaze to Nova who was staring at me with concern.“What is this?” I asked. “Whose is it?”“Ophelia.”“I don’t understand. Why are you
OPHELIAThe Whitmores’Every single person in the city knew that name. Everyone knew I was married to Julius Whitmore, the charismatic CEO whose smile made every lady in the city swoon. I had what everyone called a perfect love story. Four years of marriage, a husband who adored me openly, support







