LOGIN“W… What,” his voice and hands shook. “What do you mea?”“While you were having fun with Amber, I was losing my child. That's what I mean,” my voice cracked.“No. This isn't real,” he whispered. “It can't be.”“Except It is Victor. It's very real. I called you,” my lips trembled. “The one time I desperately needed you. You weren't there.”I blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears pooling in my eyes. “You ruined me Victor. You ruined me.”“Nooo!” Victor cried, gripping the paper in his hands. His knees hit the ground, his face as white as a sheet. “I didn't know. God what have I done?”As His sobs echoed in the garden, I marched, like a zombie, to the tree with the knife I brought along.I cleared the fake bark we added, my hands brushing over our names and our drawings of a sparrow and dove.“I killed my child,” Victor cried behind me, his eyes staring at his hands like they were a murder weapon.My knife scraped over the symbol of our love, scratching everything off until only a
A figure stepped in front of me as I walked into the grand lobby at my company. Victor's hair was disheveled, as if he'd run his hand through it a million times. His eyes held dark circles, and his shoulders slumped.“Avery, can we talk?”It had been two days since Amber was exposed, and my phone had received almost 24 missed calls and 30 messages, each more desperate than the last.“You report to the manager of your department, who reports to my assistant who reports to me. Since when did that rule change?” I asked, walking past him and toward the elevator.Eyes and hushed whispers followed, as Victor ran after me. I lifted my hand to hit the button, when suddenly, he dropped to his knees before me.I closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose.“Avery, Please, I need to talk to you.”“And I said—”“I have been a fool!” he cut me off. “A big fool Avery,”his body trembled as sobs left his throat.Stella rushed in at the same time, alongside his three siblings. I expected her to sco
Her car stopped in front of a private clinic. I waited a few minutes and followed in. The receptionist desk was empty. Amber's voice drifted from inside one of the two doors in the small cramped building.“There has to be something you can do.”I paused outside the door. A male answered, “I'm sorry Miss Williamson, you still can't conceive.”I almost choked on dry air. Amber was pregnant… So what did that mean? Unless… I covered my mouth and laughed.“So what do I do? Time is running out. Should I steal a baby” she whispered.The doctor hesitated. “I’m afraid that isn't advisable Miss Williamson. It could land you in serious trouble.”“Do I look like I care?” she snapped. “Fine, I will fake a miscarriage. Nobody will question that”A slow smile spread across my lips.Oh my sweet Amber. Did you just hand me a loaded gun?***My welcome party was in motion. I straightened my dress, a black knee-length figure-hugging gown, and leaned on Blake's arm.Across the room Amber stood, her desper
My office door slammed against the wall, the noise echoing in my ears.Victor stormed in without asking, just pure rage in his eyes. His tie was loose, his messy hair falling over his face.“Avery!” he yelled.My pen didn't stop writing on the file I was working on.“Miss ardent!” he barked, marching to my desk. Robert stepped forward to block him. “What has gotten into you. Why would you do that.”“Robert,” I called calmly, still signing my documents.“Yes, Miss Ardent.”“Mr Kingswell seems to be a little lost. Care to explain what he wants to hear.”“Sure. Mr Kingswell you have been —”“Shut up and stay out of our business,” Victor roared. “Avery, I am talking to you.”I finally looked at him. “Alright. What is it?”“What is it? Avery, our house has been sealed.”“So?”Victor reddened like lava. “What do you mean by ‘so’? Avery, that house holds all our memories. Don't you care?”I massaged my temples, letting out a deep breath. “Victor. There's a new manager. The house belongs to th
Marcus's fist and jaw tightened. “Do you want to repeat—”I caught his wrist and shook my head. “Don't.”“But she called you a curse!” he growled.“I heard her. I’ve got this,” I winked.I faced Stella, my lips curled into a big smile. “Do you get rewarded for every time you call me names?”Stella rolled her eyes. “Am I wrong? You shouldn't be around our bosses. You want to ruin their lives like you ruined my son's?”“Tsk tsk tsk Stella. You make me laugh. Either way,” I drawled out. “I hope you enjoy the news your children and beloved Amber will bring to you soon.”She frowned. “What are you talking about?”“Mom!” Lilith called rushing out of the boardroom, tears running down her cheeks.I passed a smirk to Stella, held Marcus's outstretched arm and we walked off.By the time we reached my office, the entire building was buzzing with excitement and gossip.“She really was the heiress? Can you believe the first thing she did was demote her husband and fire his siblings?”I rolled my ey
I walked right after her into the boardroom. Victor was about to hug Amber but frowned when he saw me.He stepped aside and walked towards me.“My darling, what are you—”I brushed past him and sat down.“Avery,” he whispered, sitting beside me. “You're not supposed to be here. You are not an employee anymore.”“That is correct, victor,” I smiled.Before he could say anything else, the door opened.Four men marched in, power radiating off them in waves.Everyone stood up and bowed, except one person.I sat cross-legged like I owned the place, because I did. Someone nudged me. I looked up to see Victor glaring at me.“Sirs,” he said, bowing. “Please forgive her. She's just had an accident and is not thinking clearly.”The room fell dead silent. My brothers glared at him like he had murdered their beloved pet. Victor shifted and lowered his head.“Everyone,” Robert announced calmly. “Allow us to introduce the company's new majority shareholder and President, your new boss...”The room pa







