“You wicked woman! You dare kidnap my daughter?" He growled, gripping her small wrist tight. Samantha squirmed, “You're mistaken, Sir, the child is not yours but mine!” “You dare say that again? Then explain the resemblance between us?” He retorted with raw hatred. Taken aback, all the color drained from Samantha’s face upon the realization he was right. How the hell did she overlook that? No, how the hell was it possible that he was the father of her child! ~~~~~~ It was an unspoken secret that Samantha's twin sister committed a grave sin in her marriage, thus Samantha became her sister’s substitute to bury that infidelity. However, on their 3rd wedding anniversary, Samantha discovers her husband’s infidelity. But that wasn't enough reason for her to -divorce him because she didn't want her daughter fatherless. But one act, one single act almost cost her life and that of her child and Samantha declared defeat, serving Zeke Frost the divorce papers, and left without looking back but with promises to revenge! However, fate had another path in store for her when she encountered the devil himself; Dalton Montclair. The most gorgeous man in the world and the youngest bachelor in the city. He's ruthless, he's got the looks, money, and fame. But what more? He's got a striking resemblance with her son!
Lihat lebih banyak—SAMANTHA’S POV—
It was Spring Season. The rain drizzled lightly as I gripped the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. The wipers of my sleek black sedan swayed furiously against the windshield, clearing my view as I sped down the empty road toward the Frost Enterprise. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. The cake in the passenger seat was already beginning to melt, but I didn’t care. Today was supposed to be special. My 3rd anniversary with Zeke Frost, my husband. I had been planning for weeks. I had worked so hard, spent hours picking out the perfect frosty cake, buying him the expensive Rolex watch he'd loved, picking out his favorite champagne wine, and getting everything else ready for when he’d walk through the door of the Frost mansion and smile at the surprise I prepared. But along the way, I suddenly changed my mind —and decided to surprise him at his workplace instead for our anniversary. Three years. Three years of marriage, of sacrifices, of trying to be the perfect wife. And now, I was rushing to the Frost Enterprise, a small smile tugging at my lips as I imagined the reaction on Zeke’s face when he saw the romantic cake. He wasn’t expecting me. Would he be surprised? Would he pull me into his arms and whisper, ‘Thank you, Sammie. You always think of me?’ The drive was mercifully short, and I pulled up to the fancy parking lot and parked my car before I took a deep breath. The building was towering and modern, the kind of place where everything seemed polished like nothing could go wrong. But for some reason, I was starting to feel uneasy. Shaking the thoughts off, I walked towards the entrance with the cake box still in hand, hoping that Zeke would be as excited to see me as I was to surprise him. But as soon as I stepped inside the stunning lobby, I was met with a cold stare from the receptionist. She didn’t even smile. Just a blank, lifeless look in her eyes as she watched me approach. “Can I help you?” she asked, her tone icy like I was an inconvenience to her. I frowned, feeling a knot form in my stomach. “Yes, I’m here to see my husband. Zeke Frost. It’s our anniversary, and I brought him a cake.” I held up the box, hoping the sight of it would soften her demeanor. She glanced at the cake box, then looked back at me, her eyes narrowing. “Sorry, but Mr. Frost is busy right now. He has an important meeting with clients and wishes no one to disturb him.” I stared at her, not understanding what was happening or why she was treating me this way. Why was she acting cold toward me as though I carried some sort of disease? I blinked, confused. “What do you mean? I’m Zeke’s wife. I’m supposed to see him and it doesn't matter if he’s busy, I will wait for him in his office until he's finished.” I was starting to get pissed off. Her lips pressed into a tight line. “I said you can't see Mr. Frost right now. Why are you being such a pain in the ass? Leave right now, scram!" I gaped, jaw-dropping at the rude manner she was talking to me. Did she think I was joking when I said I was Zeke’s wife? Isn't she afraid I would report this to Zeke and have her fired? “I’m your boss’s wife!" I repeated, my voice growing firm and angrier, not caring if I was drawing awareness around us in the lobby. “I have every right to see him.” The receptionist shook her head, but there was something about the way she looked at me that made I feel small. “I told you, Mr. Frost is busy! Everyone claims to be Mr Frost’s wife. So Wife or not, you won’t be seeing him! Look, you have two options. You’ll have to leave the stupid cake box with me and go —or— I will call you the security on you." I felt my blood start to boil. My patience ruining thin line. No one told me what I could or couldn’t do. Especially not today! Excuse me?” I snapped, my eyes darkening and my voice sharp now. “Who are you to chase me out of my husband’s company? I’m fucken not leaving and I’m going up there whether you like it or not." I turned to leave, but I heard the bitch yell behind me. “Security! There's a madwoman who just sneaked into the company!” Whatever. I rolled my eyes and didn’t even look back as I confidently walked straight to the elevator, pushed the button, and stepped inside like a boss lady. My husband owns this company, and that makes it mine. No one dares to stop me! "You bitch—" The receptionist pointed at me, nostril flaring and her eyes widened with fury. As the doors closed, I couldn’t help but throw her a smug smile, feeling a small victory at the shocked look on her face. The elevator began its climb, and I didn’t care about the cold air around me. I was too focused on what I was about to do. I was going to surprise Zeke, show him that I still cared about him and our daughter, that our marriage meant something to me. I couldn’t stop the excitement bubbling inside me as I imagined his face when he saw the cake. Maybe he’d be surprised. Maybe he’d remember why we needed to be together in the first place. The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. I stepped out, my heart pounding, and I quickly made my way down the hall to his office. Some of the workers glanced at me through their offices as I passed each department, throwing strange looks at me. What's wrong with these people Zeke hired? I wasn’t going to pay attention to them as I had one goal in mind, and that was to get to Zeke. Reaching his office door, I hesitated. First thing first I counted to three in my head, trying to calm my nerves. “One… two… three,” then I pushed the sleek door open. "Surprise! Surprise!! Surprise!!!” The moment I strode inside, grinning like an idiot, and shouting happily, my world came crashing down. There he was. Zeke. Half-naked, his back arched as he was buried into someone I never thought I’d see again. Ophelia. I swayed, my knees weak. No. Not her. All the colors on my face drained, and my stomach twisted into something painful as I stood frozen in the doorway. Ophelia. My high school tormentor. The one person who had made my teenage years miserable. The girl who had never let me forget how poor I was, how stupid, how worthless. And here she was, moaning in pleasure, her hands on my husband’s chest as he kissed her mouth hungrily, panting, and fucking her hole like a dog in heat. I couldn’t breathe, my stomach turning as I watched them, his body pressing into hers with an intimacy that made my blood run cold. I felt a wave of nausea hit me, and I wanted to scream, to throw the fucken cake at them, but all I could do was stand there, watching in complete shock. Zeke didn’t even look at doorway. Didn’t even flinch when the door finally slammed shut with a loud thud. Ophelia looked up, her eyes widening in surprise, but the moment she saw me, her face twisted into something cruel. She pulled herself away from Zeke, an arrogant smirk forming on her lips. “Well, well, well, look who decided to show up. Mrs. Frost, in the flesh.” My breath hitched, and my hands trembled, still holding that damned cake box as if it could somehow shield me from the truth. I had entered this office to celebrate with Zeke. To bring him something sweet, something that showed I still cared, something that said I believed in us, in our future. But instead, I stumbled upon something that wasn't supposed to be there. I couldn't speak at first. The words lodged in my throat, choking me. I couldn’t understand how we had gotten here. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. How could he do this to me? To us? I didn’t even look at Ophelia. I couldn’t. She was nothing to me. She always had been. It was him. Zeke. My husband. The man who I had built my life around, the man I thought I knew better than anyone. Bastard. How could he soil our marriage like this? Zeke slowly straightened up, his towering frame filling the office as he looked at me finally. There was no remorse in his beautiful ocean-blue eyes. No guilt. Just a blank stare, as if he had been expected this moment, expected me to catch them. I felt a sickening wave of humiliation flood over me. "Sam…” he started, but I cut him off, my voice shaking with anger. "No. Don't fucken Sam me, Zeke. Dont."—SAMANTHA—I had promised myself I wouldn’t get distracted.Not by the past.Not by Dalton.Not by the weight of the world that tried to drown me every time I took a step forward.But plans have a way of slipping between your fingers when you’re dealing with someone like Dalton. He’s like a shadow in a locked room—you don’t know when he got there, but you feel him even in your breath. I had to be cautious. Until I took back everything I lost, until I tore him apart with my own hands… I had to play the fool. Pretend. Delay the truth.Even if that meant walking into the lion’s den with a smile.The next morning, the house was quiet. I walked into Amore’s room only to find her bed already empty and neatly folded. The nanny must’ve taken her to school. I sighed and stood by the window for a while, watching the wind sway the trees, trying to quiet the ache in my chest.Minutes gone. I dragged myself into the bathroom, then turned on the shower and stood under the hot spray longer than I sh
-Samantha—When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the silence.It was too quiet.The beeping machine beside me hummed rhythmically, but there were no voices, no footsteps outside the door, no familiar scent of Ryan’s cologne. I blinked groggily, adjusting my eyes to the soft light of the hospital room. The curtains were drawn slightly open, allowing a pale shaft of morning sunlight to spill in.“Ryan?” I murmured, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand. My throat felt dry. “Ryan…”No answer.I sat up slowly, the movement making my head swim for a moment. My mouth opened to call for him again, louder this time—but I paused.Suddenly, I felt hot.Too hot.Why is it hot?Despite the low hum of the air conditioning vent above me and the coolness of the tiled floor, my skin was burning. My chest felt tight, and the air around me felt... thick. Suffocating.That was when I saw him.A shadow by the chair in the corner of the room.No, not a shadow.A man.Dalton.He sat there, legs
—SAMANTHA—The ride home from the restaurant was a quiet one. Ryan didn’t say a word, and neither did I.The conversation with Dalton had left a strange taste in my mouth. It wasn’t fear, not really. It was a tightness in my chest, a familiar weight I hadn’t felt in a long time—the feeling of being watched, measured, and hunted by people who wore masks of politeness and business.As the city lights faded behind us and the calm suburbs of the estate came into view, I leaned my head back against the seat.The headache had returned, pulsing lightly behind my eyes. My whole body ached, and every time the car hit a bump, I felt it in my bones. Still, I said nothing.When we reached the house, the sky was already turning into soft hues of orange and lavender. The air was cooler now, carrying a breeze that ruffled my hair the moment I stepped out of the car. I didn’t wait for Ryan—I just walked straight in, heading up the stairs.I noticed Amore wasn't back from school yet.I needed a shower
—Samantha—The moment Ryan mentioned our next meeting was with Dalton at a restaurant, a chill ran down my spine.That man’s name alone was enough to stir a whirlwind of emotions I'd rather keep buried.Ryan noticed my sudden stillness. “If you're uncomfortable, Virginia or maybe Mira could accompany me,” he offered gently.I shook my head, determination hardening my features. “No. I have to play the role of an assistant.”He looked at me, concern evident in his eyes. “Are you sure?”I met his gaze, my eyes cold and resolute. “Yes.”He nodded slowly. “Alright. We'll leave at two PM.”With that, he excused himself, leaving me alone with my thoughts.The upcoming meeting with Dalton loomed over me like a dark cloud. I wished I could avoid it, but running would only make me a coward. I had to face him.Lost in thought, I barely registered someone bumping into me until I nearly lost my balance.“Ah!” I gasped, catching myself just in time.Turning, I saw Virginia smirking wickedly at me.
—Samantha—The floor was finally cleared. The office door clicked shut behind the last of the disgruntled applicants.Ryan opened the main door to the executive office and gestured for me to enter.The moment I stepped in and saw the elegant, high-backed chair behind the CEO’s desk—the one meant for me —I didn’t hesitate. I kicked off my heels with a sigh. My feet ached—four-inch stilettos were not made for prolonged standing. Then I slumped into the seat like I owned the world.Because I did.Ryan chuckled and immediately went to fetch me some water. I could hear his quick steps retreating into the lounge area attached to the office.Meanwhile, Mira stood frozen near the doorway, wide-eyed and slack-jawed like a deer in headlights. Poor girl looked like she was seeing a ghost—or a queen without her crown.I raised a brow and gave her a lazy smile. “Close your mouth, sweetheart. You’ll catch flies.”She gasped and bowed slightly, nervously pressing her hands to her chest. “Y-you’re…
—Samantha—Before I could engage with the girl beside me, Virgina shrill voice cut through the lobby.“Applicants for the executive assistant position, follow me!"We stood up, the tension rising immediately.The girl beside me smoothed her skirt and gave me a small smile. I returned it subtly, then followed the line of candidates.As we filed toward the elevators, I made sure to fall into step beside the quiet girl. Up close, I could see the intelligence in her sharp green eyes and her quiet desperation. “Being nervous wont help?” I asked casually. She startled, then nodded. “Is it that obvious?"I smiled. “Just a guess. I'm Samantha."“Mira,” she replied, then lowered her voice. “Between us? I'd kill for this job. Medical bills."Before I could respond, the elevator doors opened. Virginia led us into the excutive floor with the air of someone who thought far too highly of herself. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble. Ryan sat there, his posture relaxed but his express
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