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Sherah ran, her breath coming in sharp, labored gasps. She only stopped when she saw Ethan’s car pass by, fear gripping her at the thought that he might be searching for her. She couldn’t deny that his car looked expensive—far beyond anything she could ever afford. But with the financial trouble she was already drowning in, the last thing she needed was another problem. On top of that, she had just lost her job at the diner. After ten minutes of walking, she arrived home. The building was dingy and worn down, a place with tiny apartments stacked on every floor, showing signs of years of neglect. It wasn’t much, but it was all she could afford after being thrown out of the Hawke residence two years ago. She remembered that day vividly. Her father, Silas, had just been declared healthy, no longer in need of her bone marrow and blood. No longer in need of her, and that was all it took to be pushed out of their lives. It had been raining when Rebecca and Sophia tossed her belong
Ethan extended his arm and demanded, “Hand me your phone and ID.” Sherah stared at him, confused. "Why?" She questioned.He didn't respond and gestured impatiently, urging her to comply. Panic-stricken, she fumbled through her pocket and, with trembling hands, handed over her belongings. Ethan took her phone first, dialed his own number, and let it ring before handing it back. "Save my number," he instructed dominantly.Then, he glanced at her ID—and his hand froze. His eyes locked onto the name printed on it:~Sherah Agatha… Hawke.~ He mumbled the name under his breath. "Hawke?"His mind raced back to what she had said earlier: "My sister threw it out." "Her sister? He looked at her again. She did bear a resemblance to Sophia. But if she was truly from the affluent Hawke family, why was she living like this? Why would Silas and Rebecca let their other daughter struggle in poverty?"He quickly dismissed the thought. "Impossible. If she were really part of Sophia's family, sh
At eight o’clock in the morning, Ethan was already in his office, staring at the towering stack of documents that needed to be completed by the end of the day. Most of them had been delayed due to his absence—days spent searching for Sophia. While his secretary, Noel heaved a sigh of relief to see his boss back at work and promptly greeted him upon entering. “Good morning, sir! Would you like some coffee?” Ethan barely looked up but gave a small nod of approval. Noel left the office and quickly prepared his coffee. As CEO of a leading tech company that was currently in a delicate state, Ethan needed to step up and prioritize his work rather than continue looking for Sophia. He needs to solidify his position and make a name for himself in the industry. With the position he is in there were numerous interview requests from major magazines, eager to learn about his personal life—his dating status, his thoughts on settling down—he had always declined. The entire afternoon was fill
Days passed, and Ethan kept ordering pizza from FS Pizzaria, hoping Sherah would be the one to deliver it. But to his utter disappointment, it was always someone else. He thought about visiting her, just to check in—and, of course, to annoy her. But work kept him busy, and there was never enough time to drop by her workplace. Meanwhile, Sherah enjoyed the unexpected peace. No texts, no calls from the man she calls spawn of Satan or sometimes Satan himself. Just silence. After working 18-hour shifts across multiple part-time jobs, she had finally scraped together enough to pay her rent. At the same time… Ethan had just wrapped up his last meeting of the day. Every delayed project and pending proposal had been handled, leaving him with nothing urgent on his plate. Then he remembered—it was the finance team’s final day of overtime. With nothing better to do, he decided to pay them another visit. When he arrived, the department looked completely different. The chaos from la
Days after paying her rent, Sherah was stitching her maid's costume.She can't help but feel annoyed, "That man." She mumbled through gritted teeth. Her sulking was abruptly interrupted by a text from her landlord demanding an additional month’s advance payment and one month’s deposit.Fuming, she immediately fired back, calling him a money-hungry liar who didn’t keep his word. Their argument escalated quickly, with the landlord warning her that if she kept insulting him, she’d soon find her belongings thrown out on the street.Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to calm down and agreed to pay—but she needed more time.The landlord’s response was cold and merciless: “You have ten days.” As if that wasn’t enough, another message popped up.This time, it was from 'Satan.'Ethan was reminding her about the car paint.Sherah stared at her phone, overwhelmed. She had been working 14-hour shifts for the past three days, but it still wasn’t enough as a first installment. Not even clos
Silas messaged his wife, Rebecca to give her a heads-up, about the situation at hand, and within minutes, they were already formulating a plan to send Sherah out of the country.Once the details were set, Silas turned his attention back to the unconscious girl beside him. With a few light slaps to her cheeks, he woke her up just as the car entered the Hawke Residence.At the front door, Rebecca stood waiting.Her sharp gaze was filled with disdain as she looked down at Sherah, who kept her head lowered, and remained silent.Even after Silas and Rebecca entered the house, Sherah remained standing at the doorstep.Sherah’s hands trembled with dread. She never imagined she would return to this place—not after everything that had happened.All the abuse she endured, all the pain she suffered, just to earn a place in her father’s life.Because he was the only family she had.Her mother had taken her own life when Sherah was just three years old, leaving her to grow up in an orphanage.At tw
Sherah had been walking for five minutes. She just wanted to leave and go home, but there wasn’t a single cab in sight. Desperate, she pulled out her phone to book a ride, knowing it would cost her a lot. But as she feared—no cars were available. Anxiety crept up her spine. What if her father was already looking for her? Just as panic set in, a sleek car pulled up in front of her. Her heart dropped. It was him. The guy whose name she never knew—the one she simply referred to as the spawn of SATAN. Her face turned pale as she muttered under her breath, "Why? Of all people… why him? Why is he here? Is he following me?" The tinted window rolled down, and his deep voice cut through the air. "Get in." Sherah shook her head. "I don't want to dirty your car with my worn-out clothes," she muttered. The last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near him. He smirked. "Don’t worry, I’m not a germophobe. And I won’t charge you for the ride. Just get in." Sh
After his phone call with his grandmother, Ethan sat on the edge of the hospital bed, gazing at Sherah. His voice was calm yet unwavering. "Yes, I was referring to you." Sherah slowly pulled the blanket down from her face, revealing her cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. Her wide eyes locked onto his. "Why would you say that to your grandmother?" she asked, curiosity flickering in her gaze. It was as if she wanted—needed—him to say that he meant it. That wasn’t just a passing remark. Ethan didn’t hesitate. "Because it’s true," he admitted, his tone unwavering. "She wants me to settle down, to start a family, and the moment I saw you… I found you interesting." He uttered a convincing lie. Sherah’s jaw nearly dropped. A whirlwind of emotions swirled inside her—confusion, disbelief, maybe even frustration. But instead of confronting them, she burst into laughter. A deep, uncontrollable laugh that made her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "You’re joking, right?" she man
As days passed, Fallon began to lose her spark—the fire that kept her going started to dwindle.She started returning to her past self and longing for her husband and friends. Her actions left Nathan no option but to tell his mother about it. INSIDE Fallon's room...The curtains remained half-drawn. The once-bright space was now dulled by shadows, the light from outside filtered and gray.Fallon sat at the edge of the bed, still in the clothes she wore yesterday, her gaze unfocused as she stared at nothing in particular.The spark that once made Fallon dangerous, driven, unpredictable—it had thinned. Dimmed. Her posture slumped more with each passing day, the steel in her eyes softening into sorrow.She’d stopped bothering with the little rituals—her coffee grew cold in untouched cups. No more carefully planned vengeance. No more late-night whispers with Nathan about their schemes.MEANWHILE…In Nathan’s home office…Nathan stood by the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a drink with
Fallon sleeps restlessly on the bed, her limbs twitching, her breath shallow. Sweat beads on her forehead.She’s having a dream, or more to say, a nightmare. She is seated across from Ethan at an elegant table. He’s in a tailored suit, polished and charming—too charming. He’s smiling at her, but there’s something hollow behind his eyes.She reaches for his hand, but he retracts it.Ethan smiled faintly, “You knew this wasn’t real, right?” He pointed out.Fallon frowns—the lighting shifts, flickering like a faulty bulb. The surroundings distort—wine glasses melt like wax, and chandeliers bend unnaturally.“What are you talking about?” She asked, her voice cracking with every word. “You were just a distraction. A placeholder… until I didn’t need you anymore,” he explains, grinning. "Because she's back."He stands and walks away.At the far end of the restaurant, Sophia appears, her hand laced tightly with his. They kiss passionately. Fallon staggers backward, knocking over her wine gl
Ethan’s hands are clenched. His nose flared in irritation as he walked back to his office.He was just about to dismiss the earlier incident as nothing more than a coincidence, but Nathan’s words irritated him so much that there was a part of him wishing that Nathan was the person behind it, so he'd have a reason to punish him. He angrily and mindlessly strode the hallway to his office when he bumped into Sophia, who was holding documents for him to sign. She followed him into his office, watching intently as he reviewed the papers. She admired his calm focus, the way his fingers moved across the text. He noticed her staring and looked up. She blushed. He smiled faintly.By the time he finished, it was lunchtime. Sophia invited him to eat, and he agreed—but suggested they order takeout and eat in the conference room.They found Nathan, Oliver, the head of the finance department, and his secretary, Analise, already eating inside.Nathan waved and gestured to them. “Lovebirds! Come si
Noel was busy photocopying important documents for the afternoon meeting when he heard Nathan's voice nearby, speaking in hushed tones on the phone to a woman.Fallon and Nathan were talking about their plans for tomorrow when Nathan felt someone’s presence near him. His eyes sharpened, and his movements became cautious."I’ve been so stressed lately. Can you come visit me here? I want to be with you every second of every day," he says playfully, abruptly changing the topic.Fallon laughs. She understood the sudden change in Nathan’s tone meant someone was nearby. “You’re disgusting.” She replied. Noel couldn’t hear the woman’s response, but Nathan’s tone was unmistakably affectionate."I know, I know… But what can I do? I miss you so much," Nathan said louder than necessary, just enough for Noel to hear. He knew Noel would tell Ethan everything he did.He was slowly planting whispers about Fallon. Each mention was deliberate, woven gently into conversation, like a memory everyone
It was Nathan’s first day as the official Chief Legal Officer (CLO). He arrived early, arms full of carefully packed boxes, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement and purpose. As he stepped out of the elevator and crossed the marble floor toward his office, every head turned.Whispers stirred the air behind him like a rising storm.The female staff, in particular, exchanged curious, admiring glances and whispered about the tall, blonde stranger. Their excitement crumbled quickly when someone muttered the news that he was married and off-limits. Disappointment spread like a wildfire.Nathan didn’t care. Attention was nice—it fed his ego—but today, he had greater ambition.He intended to honor Grandma’s faith in him, slowly sink his roots deeper into the Farwell Group, and gradually lead it to its end. He was arranging the last few frames on his desk when Noel knocked and entered, carrying a small black box."A welcome gift," Noel said with a polite smile, setting down a bottle of deep
SOMEWHERE in New York…A Delta Tech employee’s hand trembled slightly as he dialed the number, glancing over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching. His voice was low and hushed, as if speaking too loudly might make the darkness of the room swallow him whole."We’ve done what you asked. I expect the other half of the payment—"Before he could finish the sentence, a sharp ping sliced through the silence, the sound so sudden it almost felt like a warning. His eyes snapped to his phone, and a chill ran down his spine as he saw the notification:100 million dollars deposited into Delta Tech.A grin spread across his face, slick and dangerous. "Pleasure doing business with you, Madam," he muttered, the words laced with satisfaction.Without any response from the other side, the call ended with a cold finality, the line going dead. The man’s grip tightened on the phone, the weight of what had just transpired settling deep in his bones.He lingered in the silence for a moment, the quiet
“So why the eyes?” Nathan asked, pouring deep red wine into Fallon’s glass, the bottle tilting casually. It was a small, private celebration of their quiet triumph.Fallon’s smile was unsettling as she twirled the glass, inhaling the rich scent of the wine. Her voice was low, almost tender in its malice.“Because I hated how he looked at me that day... in that filthy alleyway.” She stared into the swirling liquid as if she could see the memory reflected there.“I begged. I reached out my hand for help... and all he did was stare at me, disgusted. Those judgmental, arrogant green eyes looked at me like I was filth. Like my existence wasn’t worth the dirt under his shoes. Now...” she raised her glass slightly, as if in a dark toast, “those eyes are nothing more than trophies. And Sebastian? He's nothing but a discarded footnote in this narrative.”She took a slow sip, letting the bitterness sit on her tongue, savoring it.“You know...” she continued, her voice softening, “it’s not easy
NATHAN entered their Manhattan home, a three-bedroom, two-bathroom bungalow with a study and a garage that could hold three cars. The house stood behind tall, secure gates.He whistled triumphantly, savoring the memory of Ethan’s face as he delivered the hard truth and walked away."You sound extremely happy today. Care to share what happened at dinner with the Farwells?" Fallon's voice floated from another room.Nathan stopped whistling and tossed his keys onto the console table by the door. He didn’t bother turning on the lights as he made his way to the living room, his shoes clicking softly against the polished wood floors.Silence stretched between them.Fallon, sensing something was off, stepped out cautiously, gripping a baseball bat in her hands — just in case.But instead of an intruder, she was greeted by Nathan’s low, rumbling laughter.With a flick of the switch, warm light flooded the room, revealing Nathan sprawled lazily on the sofa — his mouth swollen and bruised, a mis
Ethan arrived at his grandmother’s house and parked beside a familiar white Porsche. He glanced inside, spotting a pair of women’s shoes and a man’s coat tossed carelessly in the backseat.Carrying an expensive bottle of wine, he stepped into the manor. Laughter echoed from the living room—his grandmother and Nathan. The sound stirred something in him. Since Sherah’s death, the house had been silent, cloaked in mourning. But now, hearing her laugh again—because of Nathan—softened Ethan, if only slightly.“Maybe I’ll let him live,” he thought dryly.“Grandma,” he greeted with a faint smile that didn’t reach his hollow eyes.“Ah! There you are. You’re late,” she scolded.Nathan chuckled at the remark. He finds it ironic. The three of them sat down for dinner.“When will Fallon visit again?” Madam Farwell asked Nathan. The question was casual—affectionate.Ethan’s thoughts froze. “Grandma knows the Porsche girl?”Nathan looked at the elderly woman, now in her eighties, and replied, “She