Attorney Davey’s POV
I couldn’t believe Ximena actually left the house. How could she be so naïve to go after the man who abandoned her in jail for many weeks? That was really disappointing.And where the heck could she be now? Did he accept her back? Is she okay? I was really worried about her. I don’t know why I’m feeling so uneasy. And it’s seriously downpouring.“Argh!” I banged on my steering wheel, erupting a loud horn from it.“Where the hell are you, Ximena? You know you don’t have a…” I paused the moment I saw her standing along the road, shivering with cold. He must have pushed her out of his house and that made me mad. I took a deep breath. At least, I have her back.Just then, a vehicle veered into my path, making me press down the brakes instantly. The same car ran Ximena over and sped off right in my presence.“Ximena!” I yelled, pushing my car door open and running out.She was lying lifeless on the road,Hudson's POVMy feet planted firmly on the ground, I couldn't move as I watched my daughter dash up the stairs. Never before had I felt such overwhelming guilt. My heart beat furiously in my chest, while every inch of my skin felt like it was being torn apart. A throbbing headache seized my head. Ximena's words played on repeat in my mind, "If I leave, you will never see me again." Did she know she was going to die? I still couldn't believe what I had heard. What have I done? I was the one who killed her. Why couldn't I have been more understanding? Why didn't I make room for her? What came over me? Why did I push her away? And why didn't I listen to her? She had pleaded with me, begged me to see reason.I roared in frustration, dropping down to the ground. I had lost the love of my life. I had robbed my daughter of her mother- again. "You need to calm down, Hudson," Mila said, trying to comfort me."Don't touch me!" I bellowed, jumping up and running upstairs. Everything was my fault
Nevaeh's POVIt has been a few days since the tragic news of Ximena's untimely death. Just two days passed, and a swarm of reporters descended upon our villa, only to be halted by the vigilant security personnel guarding the entrance. What transpired between them and Grandma remains a mystery, as they departed without uttering a single word about the deceased Ximena. It felt as though she never existed in the first place. The broadcasting network has inexplicably gone silent on the details of her death. Even within the confines of our home, an eerie silence surrounds her. Not even my father speaks of her."Baby?" my father's voice penetrated the quiet, his form appearing in the doorway with a tray of food. I sat propped up against the headboard, immediately grasping for my phone, feigning ignorance of his presence.He set the tray down on the bed beside me. "Baby?" his hand touched my shoulder, causing me to recoil. I hastily shifted to the other side."The cook informed me that you'v
Attention ❗❗❗ Ximena is a Spanish name pronounced as Himena. In Spanish, it is known as Jimena, with the J being pronounced as an H. Ximena’s POV Pushing my bag across the floor, I shuffled into my aunt’s abode. I paused suddenly, my gaze fixated on the opulent Mercedes-Benz GLA-class parked in the compound. A man in a white dress shirt and black trousers stood beside it. My heart skipped a beat. Could this be another potential suitor? It wouldn't be the first time Aunt Sadie has tried to arrange my marriage to wealthy men. She wants me out of her home and possibly out of her life. I still remember my last potential groom, who called off the supposed union when I informed him of my modeling career. Since then, Aunt Sadie has forbidden me from attending any modeling gigs. "Are you alright, Miss?" the man's question snapped me out of my reverie. I looked up to find him staring at me. "I'm fine," I replied curtly and made my way inside before he could say anything else. As I entered
Ximena's POV Having put forth an attempt to alleviate Mila's crying, I offered words of comfort in the sterile confines of the hospital. We both occupied seats, awaiting the doctor's report. Despite Aunt Sadie's less-than-ideal character, she remained a member of my family. The one who fulfilled my basic needs, providing nourishment, clothing, and shelter. Should I dwell on her attempts to trade me off to men and harbor resentment towards her? Or should I focus on her acts of kindness, inviting me into her home and empathizing with Mila's tears? I believe the latter option would be more suitable. "Don't fret, Mila. Aunt is a resilient woman. She will pull through," I assured her. Mila nodded, her tears showing no signs of stopping. “Mila?” the doctor called, walking toward us. “How is she, doctor?” we inquired, speaking in unison. "Unfortunately, her condition has deteriorated over time, Ximena," the doctor reported. "She requires immediate surgery, or we might lose her." "No, do
Ximena's POV As I accepted the current state of affairs, it had been a little over a week since Aunt Sadie's collapse. Thankfully, she had been discharged and was now under good care. However, my own life had been thrown into turmoil. I found myself in my room, dressed in all-white attire, with a makeup artist perfecting my hair. Today was my wedding day, a moment that most women eagerly anticipate, but for me, it was a different story. I was destined to marry the most despicable man I had ever heard of - Hudson Miles Lucas. Despite never meeting him in person, his name was often on everyone's lips in California. As I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, I had to admit that the makeup artist had done a decent job. My long, wavy black hair was styled in a way that secured my veil on top of my head. The cost of my wedding dress alone could sustain my family for generations to come. This was the reality I was facing today. If only my mother could be here to witness this day. Not the fac
Ximena's POV Refraining from any musings on the ongoing events, I finally uttered the words "I do." As much as I would like to escape this situation, I have come to terms with my fate. It is best for everyone if I accept the inevitable. After all, I have willingly signed my life over to this marriage. Yes, you heard correctly. My cunning, so-called mother-in-law manipulated me into signing an agreement stating that I must marry her son if I want to receive the promised money. There is no way out of this predicament.Blah blah blah. The familiar phrase, "You may now kiss the bride," resounded in the room. But wait a minute, who is supposed to be kissing whom? My gaze shifted to Hudson, his expressionless face now twisted into a look of disgust. Do I disgust him? Well, newsflash, baby boy, you annoy me too. And kissing you will certainly not be on my to-do list. At least I didn't agree to that in the contract.I could hear murmurs among the guests, most likely my Aunt Sadie, fuming with
Ximena's POV "Who are you?" I inquired, propping myself up. "One moment. Aren't you the woman who defended me from the bully at school while I was waiting for my driver?" she asked, her tone bright and her puppy eyes genuine. "I don't recall what you're referring to, young lady," I responded, reclining on the bed. Perhaps this is her way of embracing the madness that runs in her family. "Come on, I never got the chance to thank you for that day because you ran away," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. She took hold of my hand and I gazed at her as though she were an alien sent to make my life a living nightmare. "Thank you so much for that day. When I told my father about those hooligans, he made certain they were dealt with," she added. The excitement in her voice was still evident. "I see," I murmured. "The girl in the black suit with the white undershirt, standing in front of St. Michael Academy?" I asked, trying to recall. "Exactly, Miss. I didn't realize you were the
Ximena's POV"Excuse me," I exclaimed, urgently trailing after Harper as we finished breakfast. She turned, her cheerful smile still plastered on her face."Hello there. Is there something you need?" she inquired."Um, may I ask you a question?" I hesitantly inquired. I hope this isn't a mistake."Of course, what is it?"I quickly scanned our surroundings, feeling like a criminal on the run. I stepped closer to her, whispering in her ear, "Could we talk in private, in my room?""Okay, that's fine," she agreed, leading the way as if she owned the place. I followed suit and we shut the door behind us."I realize this may seem like a far-fetched inquiry, but I'm simply curious," I stumbled through my words awkwardly. She simply shrugged, giving me permission to continue. "So, um, were you coerced into marrying Alberto?" I finally blurted out.Her brow furrowed in a frown, her smile disappearing from her face. I knew this was a bad idea."Um, never mind. Please forget I asked, I understand