LOGINHe paused a little, his expression growing heavier, his face pale. "The fire was so big. And because it happened in the middle of the night, and the penthouse was in a secluded location, nobody noticed it until it was too late. By the time help arrived, the building had almost burned to the ground. There was hardly anything left that could be recognised. After a thorough investigation, they eventually recovered the wife's body. It was so badly burned that identifying her was almost impossible. But there was no trace of the little girl. Nobody knew what had happened to her. Nobody knew about the miracle that had taken place that night. All they had left was the possibility that the child had somehow survived.” He dinged, his gaze shifting to mine that had already frozen, looking at him in horrr. “No.” I shook my head, refusing to believe any of it, although there are already flashes of memory running through my head. “No. That can’t be possible. It was…it was a car acciden
"That's Almond. Alexander's father."My head snapped toward the entrance, only to see Alexander's grandfather standing there with both hands resting on his cane, his eyes on the portrait and a faint smile on his face. Then he turned his gaze to me. "You met him once. Although you were still very young back then."For a moment, I just stared at him as if I was seeing something unimaginable. Then, without thinking about the pain in my body, I pushed the covers aside, climbed out of bed, and rushed toward him. I threw my arms around him and held on tightly, crying ready hard.My face pressed against his chest, as tears flowed down freely.He didn't say anything. He only lifted his hand and gently patted my back, and for some reason that only made me cry harder.I couldn't even explain the reason behind those tears. I didn't know. Maybe it was the feeling of being sure you were going to die, sure that no one was coming to save you, only to find out that someone had come after all.Some
A laugh tore out of Flora—high-pitched. Nothing like the soft, calculated laughter I remembered from our past encounters. Paired with her face, it was pure horror.Why…why did she look like this?She lowered the concrete pipe slowly, still breathing hard, and stared down at Clyde’s motionless body. Her expression flickered between contempt and something almost like sorrow.“You are really insufferable,” she muttered. “After everything she did to you,” Flora continued, voice rising, “after everything she took from us—you still can’t let her go? You’re still clinging to her like a pathetic dog?” She spat on the floor near him. “How disgusting.”Then she turned to me.“And you…” Her lips curled. “You really are shameless, Charlotte. You ruined his life. You turned our daughter against us—now she won’t even look at me. You destroyed every chance we had of being together properly, of raising our child the way we deserved.” She tilted her head, studying me like a specimen. “Yet you still ma
I didn’t sleep a wink.I stayed curled in the far corner of the half-finished room, knees drawn tight to my chest, arms locked around them like a shield. Every time my eyelids grew heavy, I bit down hard on my lower lip until the sting yanked me back to alertness. Across from me, Clyde lay curled in the opposite corner, eyes closed, breathing slow and even as if he was asleep.But I know it. He wasn’t sleeping. He was watching. And even if he was, I still can’t even run away, because the door was locked with the key neatly tucked away in his body.But what I still couldn’t wrap my head around, was why he was doing all these to me.What did he stand to gain by dragging me away like this? I had no money, no influence, no name worth ransoming. I was already a fugitive. And love? I refused to believe that. Throughout our marriage, Clyde had made his feelings crystal clear. He hated me. Resented me for standing between him and Flora. He had never shown me a single shred of genuine affe
I looked into her eyes. My left hand curled into a fist beneath the table. My right hand tightened around the spoon so hard that I thought it might snap. The water dripped from the end of my chin and I did not move to wipe it away.“What? Are you angry? Did you want to hit me?” she asked with a sneer.But I didn’t react.I just looked at my food that was now filled with water. But I still needed to eat. So I dug my spoon inside my food and took my first bite.“Wow.”“No way.”“She’s actually eating it.”More laughter followed.“I can’t believe a billionaire heiress is eating prison slop mixed with dirty water.”The laughter grew louder.I ignored every word.“Hey.”She jabbed a finger into my chest.“Look at me.”I didn’t.“Aren’t you angry?”Another shove.“Don’t you want to hit me back?”She kept rambling as if she had wanted me to get angry and attacked her first but I refused to give in to that.“Fine, let's see how long you can last.”I took another spoon, not looking at her or a
The door opened, and I saw Lucy, offering me a light smile as I walked closer. But why did she even look much worse than me who was locked up? She looked like she had not slept properly, there were shadows beneath her eyes that her concealer had not fully covered, and she was holding her bag strap with both hands in the way she did when she was trying to appear calmer than she felt.I didn’t even know where I managed to get that strength that I used to return back the smile.“How are you holding up?” she asked, sitting down across from me and we looked at each other through the partition.“I’m fine.” I said, also taking my seat.She gave me the look that meant she knew I was lying but was choosing not to press it.I have been in here for days now as the court had refused bail. Twice. And the reasons given were legal and completely hollow — flight risk, the scale of the alleged financial crimes, the ongoing investigation, but underneath all of it, I could feel Ciara’s fingerprints
The second our lips met again, It felt like a detonation. And I found my arm sliding around her as I returned the kiss with slow, deliberate intent—not rushing, because I wanted to savor every bit of warmth from her lips against mine. Her mouth parted slightly, and a soft moan escaped, vibrating
Clyde let out a short, dismissive laugh. “It seems Mr. Vaughn is determined to complicate something very…”I grabbed his wrist and cut in, “Well, if you really say it’s her music teacher who taught her, then maybe Lucy really didn’t hear the song from Genevieve.” I quickly said.Clyde turned sharp
A flash of irritation moved through me. What the hell was Charlotte even thinking? Leaving without considering how it would affect Genevieve? Even if she was angry at me, she should have considered her daughter. She was supposed to be a mother! Did she want our daughter to be humiliated at t
***CLYDE’S POV*** Staring outside the window, with my hands buried deep in my pockets, Jake, my secretary, gave a brief summary of everything that had taken place at the company in my absence. "And lastly, sir, I've completed the task you assigned. Your wife's access to the joint account has bee







