เข้าสู่ระบบLia sat alone in a quiet room, staring at her phone. She had been waiting for the call for hours. Everything had gone according to plan. The driver knew where the children would be and exactly what to do. Lia had imagined Serena’s pain. But now, the waiting was making her impatient. She checked her phone again. Nothing. “Why is he taking so long?” she muttered. She stood and walked toward the window. Outside, cars moved along the street as if nothing had happened. Lia looked down at her phone. Then it rang. She grabbed it immediately. “Did you do it?” There was silence on the other end. Lia frowned. “Hello?” The driver’s voice finally came through. “The operation failed.” Her face changed. “What?” “I said it failed.” Lia gripped the phone. “What do you mean it failed?” “I couldn’t finish it the way you wanted.” Her heart began beating faster. “You were supposed to hit the children, I paid you for—.” “I know.” The driver's voice cuts her off. “You knew what I told you to
The following morning, the news spread across the city. Television channels showed images of Laurent Group headquarters while reporters spoke about the previous day’s accident. “The CEO of Laurent Group, Adrian Laurent, was involved in a serious accident yesterday afternoon,” the reporter said. “He survived the incident but remains in critical condition at a local hospital.” The report showed a picture of Adrian. His parents were having breakfast when they heard it. Adrian’s mother dropped the cup in her hand. “What did you say?” His father turned up the volume. The reporter repeated the news. For several seconds, neither of them moved. “Our son,” his mother whispered. Then she stood so quickly that her chair moved backward. “We have to go to the hospital.” His father was already reaching for his phone. “We’re leaving now.” Across the city, my parents heard the same report. My mother called me immediately, but I could not answer because I was sitting beside Adrian’s bed. Sh
The doctor looked at me for a long second. I held my breath, waiting for his answer. Clara grabbed my arm, and together we stared at him, terrified of what came next. “Is he alive?” I asked again. The doctor looked at me, then nodded. “Yes. Adrian survived the surgery.” For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. “He survived?” I asked. “Yes. The surgery went as well as we could have hoped.” My hand flew to my mouth. Tears filled my eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief. “Thank God,” I whispered. Clara covered her face and let out a shaky breath. “He’s alive,” she said. I nodded, crying. “He’s alive.” I wanted to run into the surgery room and see him immediately, but the doctor’s serious expression stopped me. “There is something you both need to understand.” My heart tightened. “What is it?” “Adrian suffered a severe head injury when the truck hit him. His head struck the ground with great force.” I stared at him. “How serious is the injury?” “Serious enough
I could not stop crying as the car pulled into the hospital compound. The moment the driver stopped, I pushed the door open and rushed out. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to keep moving. “Madam!” the driver called behind me. “Wait for me.” I did not wait. I ran through the hospital entrance, wiping my face with the back of my hand. People turned to look at me, but I did not care. All I could think about was Adrian. Where was he? Was he alive? Was he still breathing? My children cannot become a bastard at that age. I hurried toward the emergency area and stopped when I saw Clara sitting on a bench outside the surgery section. Her face was buried in her hands. She was crying. “Clara!” She looked up quickly. The moment her eyes met mine, she stood. “Serena…” “Where is Adrian?” My voice broke. Clara wiped her tears, but more rolled down her cheeks. “They already took him into surgery.” My heart dropped. “Surgery?” She nodded. “Yes. The doctors said they had to operat
The driver rushed through the gates of the mansion. The moment the car stopped, the guard jumped out. He had Lila on one arm and Elias on the other, trying to keep both children close while they cried. “Please, calm down,” he said softly. “You are home now.” But neither child could stop crying. Their faces were wet with tears. Lila held her teddy tightly against her chest, while Elias kept looking toward the road as if he expected his father to appear behind them. The driver quickly opened the gate. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get them inside.” The guard nodded as he carried the children toward the entrance. Inside the mansion, I had just finished a business phone call. Emma stood beside me, checking something on her phone. Then we heard the car. I smiled. “They’re back.” I walked quickly toward the entrance with Emma. For the first time that day, I was excited to see my children. I expected to see them running toward me. Instead, the moment the doors opened, my smile disappear
The truck kept moving without turning back. Adrian was already bleeding from his head as he lay motionless on the road. For a few seconds, nobody moved. Clara stood frozen, staring at him. “Adrian!” Her voice broke as she rushed forward. The guard was already running toward him. “Stay back!” he shouted. Clara stopped. The guard dropped to his knees beside Adrian and carefully held his head. “Sir? Can you hear me?” There was no response. Blood ran from the side of Adrian’s head and down his face. The guard quickly pulled out a clean cloth and pressed it against the wound. “Call an ambulance!” he shouted. Clara finally moved. She pulled out her phone with shaking hands and dialed emergency services. “Please, we need an ambulance,” she said quickly. “A man has been hit by a truck. He is badly injured.” The operator asked for their location. Clara gave it to them and asked. “How long will it take?” “Stay on the line.” They replied her. Clara looked toward Adrian. “Please h
“There’s a family willing to help us,” my mother explained quickly. “Very powerful. Very wealthy. But they have conditions.”My stomach tightened. “What kind of conditions?” I asked.My sister let out a soft, shaky breath. “They want their son to be married so that they can get a grandchild out of
That night, I sat alone in the vast bedroom that wasn’t mine, wearing a white light robe they had given me after the wedding with no panties under. My hands were clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails left little crescent marks on my palms. I felt nervous.The door opened.He stepped in, jacke
I spent the morning trying to make myself useful. Anything to feel less like a shadow in this house. One of the younger maids was struggling with heavy flower vases in the main hall, so I stepped in to help carry one. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she gave me a small, grateful smile.We were ha
I avoided everyone for the rest of the day. It wasn’t hard.Nobody came looking for me anyway.The mansion was too large, too cold, filled with people who work as maids. Every hallway felt unfamiliar. Every room reminded me that this wasn’t my home.I spent most of the afternoon sitting near the wi







