Emily Pov
Beep... beep... beep... Emily Carter’s eyes slowly opened to the sound of a steady beep. She looked up at the plain white ceiling. She was in a hospital. Her hand moved to her stomach. It felt flat — no more baby bump.She remembered just giving birth. Her heart started beating faster. But there was a smile on her face. " where is my baby?" She said softly "Good that you’re awake,” A voice said sharply. Before she could respond, a check was throw on her. “Now take this and never appear in front of me again” the voice added. Emily gasped and looked up, startled. There, standing by her bedside, was Charles Grey—her fiancé. But the Charles she saw wasn’t the man she knew. His eyes burned with hate and annoyance, like she had done something unforgivable. She’d never seen him look at her this way before. " What are you saying, Charles?" she asked, her voice quivering with confusion as she tried to sit up, ignoring the dull ache that shot through her body. "We just welcomed our baby." She pressed a hand to her stomach again, hollow and flat. The baby she carried for nine long months. The baby they’d talked about over late-night dinners, whose name they’d chosen together under a sky full of stars. "I haven’t even seen my baby," she said, her voice breaking with rising panic. "And what do you mean that I shouldn’t appear in front of you again?" Her brows knit, eyes desperately searching his face for any trace of warmth. "You’re my fiancé, Charles. We’re getting married in three weeks." He scoffed. A bitter, joyless sound. "Were," he corrected coldly. "We were getting married." Emily blinked, stunned. The room began to spin slightly, not from the medication, but from the shock. She pulled the blanket up around her as if it could shield her from his words. "Charles… please, what’s going on?" she whispered. He tossed the check onto her lap. Her eyes fell to it. Ten thousand dollars. A disgusting price tag for a goodbye. "That’s for your troubles," he said flatly. "Take it. Disappear. You and I? We’re done. You should be thankful I’m even being this generous." Emily slowly got out of bed, her legs weak and shaking. Every part of her body hurt, but she forced herself to stand. She needed to know what was going on. She took a step toward Charles, her hand reaching out. “Charles… please,” she whispered. “You can’t mean what you said. We just had our baby.” But before she could take another step, a sharp voice cut through the room. “Don’t you dare touch my man.” Emily froze. She turned and saw Julie Ross standing at the door, dressed like she was ready for a party, her arms crossed and a nasty smirk on her face. “Your… man?” Emily asked, confused. “Julie, what are you talking about?” Julie walked in confidently, heels clicking on the floor. “Yes, Charles is mine,” she said with pride. “Did you really think someone like you could steal him from me?” Emily’s heart raced. “But… aren’t you two cousins? On your mom’s side?” Julie burst into laughter, then walked over to Charles and gently touched his face. He didn’t move away. Instead, he kissed her. Emily stared, her chest tightening. “No… this can’t be real…” Julie turned back to her. “You’re the only one who believed that cousin lie. Everyone else knows we’ve been together for years.” Emily’s hands shook. “So… this was all fake?” Julie nodded slowly, enjoying every second. “Charles never loved you. He only came to you because of your mother’s inheritance. And now that you’ve handed it over to him, there’s no need to keep pretending.” Emily looked at Charles, hoping for a sign that it wasn’t true. But his face was cold. “It was never about love,” he said quietly. “It was just business.” Emily dropped to her knees, tears falling freely. Her heart felt like it had shattered into pieces. She sat on the cold hospital floor, shaking. Her chest was tight, and she could barely breathe. Tears ran down her face, and her hands pulled at her hair. The pain in her heart was too much. It felt like the world had turned upside down. “Why, Charles?” she cried out, looking up at him with broken eyes. “Why did you do this to me? Why did you get me pregnant if you never loved me?” Her voice cracked with pain. “What’s going to happen to our baby? Where is my baby?” She was in denial. She wanted him to say it was all a mistake. That this wasn’t real. That everything would be okay. But before Charles could say a word, Julie stepped forward with a cruel laugh. “Do you seriously think Charles would touch you?” she said, rolling her eyes. “He would never sleep with a dirty girl like you.” Emily’s mouth fell open. Her hands shook as she clutched her chest. “Then… how did I get pregnant?” she asked in a broken voice. Julie smiled like a snake. “It was all planned, sweetheart.” Emily blinked, confused. Julie kept talking, her tone cold and full of hate. “I don't want to have children because it will change my body So we needed someone else. You were the perfect target — stupid, trusting, and easy to control.” She stepped closer, her voice low and sharp. “We drugged you, Emily. Then they put my egg and Charles’s sperm inside you. You were just a womb to carry my baby.” Emily’s whole body froze. “No…” she whispered, shaking her head. “No, that’s not true. You’re lying…” Julie smirked. “You gave birth to my child. That baby isn’t yours, Emily. And now that your job is done, I’m taking my baby back.” Something snapped inside Emily. With a scream full of rage and pain, she launched at Julie. Her hands reached out, ready to tear her apart. But before she could touch her, Charles stepped in and shoved Emily hard. She flew backward, hit the floor, and everything went dark. The last thing she heard before blacking out was Julie’s laughter echoing in the room.“Vivienne.”Her name rolled off his tongue for the third time. Daniel’s voice was low but edged with impatience, and his narrowed eyes studied her.Vivienne finally blinked, pulling herself out of the shock that had frozen her at the sight of him. Her heart had skipped a beat, not from longing but from an old wound reopening.“Why are you here?” she asked. Her tone was calm, almost cold, though inside she was unsettled.Daniel shifted his weight, one hand stuffed into his pocket. “I thought I saw someone who looked like you passing by. I came to check if it was really you.” His words were casual, but his arrogance bled through. He had always spoken as if the world belonged to him.“Okay, that’s me. You’ve seen me now—you can go.” Vivienne’s voice was firm. She had no intention of entertaining him. Not anymore. Not after everything.She didn’t hate him; hate required energy she no longer wanted to waste. But she didn’t want him in her space either. They had once been friends, yes. Chil
Chapter 155“Mom, Dad, I’m home,” Vivienne called a little louder than usual as she pushed open the door and stepped into the villa.The air inside was cool and filled with the faint smell of polished wood. The living room alone showed the wealth of the owners—soft cream couches, a glass center table, a chandelier hanging above, and expensive paintings decorating the walls. Anyone walking in would immediately know that the family who lived here was not poor. Yet, to a stranger looking from the outside, Vivienne herself could have been mistaken for a maid because of the simple clothes she wore.“My daughter is home!” a man’s joyful voice rang from one corner.Mr. Lukeman, in his fifties, walked out with a wide smile on his face. His eyes lit up with warmth as he hurried toward her.“Dad!” Vivienne dropped her bag onto the desk by the door and rushed forward, wrapping her arms around him. “How are you doing?”“I’m very well,” he said with pride, holding her tightly. “And even if I wasn’
Denovon carefully slipped out of the bed, making sure not to disturb Emily, who was sleeping soundly beside him. Her soft breathing filled the quiet room, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest was enough to make him pause for a moment, staring at her with tenderness in his eyes.It was already late in the evening, yet they had been asleep for hours after another round of love making. Earlier that morning, they had returned to their room right after breakfast. Emily had been unsettled, her face pale, her hands shaking, when he told her about the threat messages. She had nearly broken down, her fear obvious, but Denovon had held her close, whispering words of comfort until she finally calmed down. Somehow, in their closeness, in their need for one another, comfort had turned into passion, and passion into exhaustion. They had given in to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.Now Denovon gently pulled the duvet higher to cover her fragile frame. His eyes softened as he leaned closer a
The water around Emily was warm, wrapping her body like a comforting blanket. The faint movement of the bath made her feel as if she were floating on a calm ocean. Slowly, her muscles began to relax, the soreness in her body fading.She let out a soft sigh. For the first time since last night, she was beginning to feel at ease. But still, her eyelids grew heavy. Sleep tugged at her, tempting her to drift away. She hadn’t rested properly. How could she? The man behind her had not let her.Emily leaned back against the sturdy chest that supported her. She shifted slightly, snuggling against him until she found a comfortable position. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her ear made her feel safe.“Are you still sore,” Denovon asked, his deep voice brushing against her ear, “or are you feeling sleepy again?” His tone carried a trace of happiness that couldn’t be hidden.Emily’s eyes snapped open, and she scowled. She twisted her head sharply to glare at him. “Isn’t it because of y
Leo sat in his car, staring at the glowing screen of his phone. He had typed out, “Are you free tonight?” but his thumb hovered above the send button like it weighed a hundred pounds. His chest felt tight, his heartbeat uneven. Why was he suddenly nervous?He had spoken to plenty of women before. Women had approached him, smiled at him, tried to hold his attention. It had never made him pause like this. So why, with Vivienne, did it feel different? Why did his hands sweat at the thought of sending a simple text?With a sharp sigh, he deleted the words. His jaw tightened as he typed again. “Vivienne, this is Leo. Do you have time for coffee?” He stared at the short sentence for what felt like forever, then finally pressed send.The message whooshed away. Immediately, regret stabbed at him. What if she ignored it? What if she thought he was bothering her? What if she had already decided to forget about him after the wedding? His hand tightened on the phone as doubt coiled in his stomach
Leo sat quietly in the living room of his family house, his body leaning slightly forward as he stared at the glowing screen of his phone. His fingers rested loosely around it, but his mind was far away. His eyes were narrowed, as if he were caught in some deep thought he couldn’t untangle. A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he dragged his hand back through his hair, frustration flickering across his face.“Are you expecting a call?”The sudden voice pulled him back to reality. He blinked and lifted his head, realizing that he wasn’t alone. His father, Mr. Blake, was sitting across from him, watching him with a calm but probing look.“No, Dad,” Leo answered quickly, clearing his throat as if to shake off his distraction. Embarrassed, he slid the phone to his side on the sofa. He had almost forgotten that his father was there with him.Mr. Blake nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on his son.“Mr. Turner called me,” he said after a pause, his voice steady but carrying weight. “He told