FAZER LOGIN“I promise. She’ll be back soon.”She looked at me for a while, as though trying to find even the slightest trace of deception in my expression.“Come on, did you really think I will lie about that? You have no idea how much I also want her back in here.”She almost rolled her eyes at me and I wondered where she had learnt that from.“Okay, fine.” she finally said, turning. “Good night.”“Good night, sweetie.”A smile spread across my face as I watched walk toward the door, heading back to her room.She growing up everyday, and becoming more…i didn’t even know what to call it.But would you believe she told me she would properly thank me for saving her when Charlotte comes back? That she was the one beside all through.I couldn’t help but chuckled at the thought of that.But just as she was about to step outside, she suddenly stopped. She stood there for a moment before slowly turning back to me, her little fingers fidgeting with the hem of her pajamas.Her eyes remained fixed on min
“Alright. Thank you.”The call ended, and I slid my phone into my pocket. Then I lifted my face toward the sky and took a deep breath, feeling as though something heavy had finally been lifted off my chest.Finally.Everything was over.“Are you really not going to see her?” Julius asked.“No,” I replied, a faint smile spreading across my face. “If I show up there now, I’m pretty sure she’ll kill me on the spot.”“But you did everything for her. She’ll understand.”I chuckled. “You have no idea how bad her temper can be.”I let out a heavy breath and looked across the entire estate, already imagining Charlotte's reaction if she first saw me again.Yes, I knew I deserved every bit of her anger. Even her wanting to kill me was the least of her ways to vent her rage. In fact, I should be grateful if that was all she did. But I had done it all for one reason.To protect her.And in order to do so, I had stood by and watched every humiliation she endured, every accusation thrown at her, a
He 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 stared into empty space, the blood test result trembling in my hand. The words on the paper blurred together, but their meaning remained crystal clear, burning into my mind like a brand.The test results didn’t just reveal that Genevieve wasn’t mine—they revealed traces of long-term fertility-su
I quickly looked away from him, so he wouldn't see me checking him out but curiosity tugged at me again, and before I could stop myself, I tilted my head slightly, sneaking another glance, my hand absentmindedly scratching the back of my neck. And just then, our eyes met again. As if he had never
“You shouldn’t have come here,” Clyde said flatly, irritation flickering across his face. “You weren’t invited.” My hands curled into tight fists.“Is that the only thing you have to say to me right now?” I demanded, my voice shaking with fury. “I shouldn’t be here? For my own child’s recital but…
***CHARLOTTE’S POV*** The moment the meeting ended and the contract was signed, I pushed back my chair and rose to my feet, ready to leave. But just as I reached for my bag, “Ma’am,” my secretary called. “You still have another meeting in two hours. And you’re scheduled to personally pick up our







