After Yvonne’s outburst upstairs, Devon got downstairs, his steps quiet, and as he approached Clara’s room, he heard soft giggling coming from inside. A small smile touched his lips. He knocked gently, and when he opened the door, he saw the girls. Elise and Arielle were there, their faces bright with excitement, helping Clara with her final touches.
Clara turned at the sound of the door opening, and Devon’s breath hitched. Oh my. She looked so divine. So beautiful. The stylist had worked wonders, enhancing her natural beauty. She was wearing a flowing, elegant gown, chosen by Devon himself, that shimmered softly in the light, complementing her pregnancy perfectly. Her hair was styled in soft waves, framing her face, and her eyes sparkled with a quiet joy. She looked like a pretty angel, ethereal and radiant.
He smiled, a genuine, adoring smile that reached his eyes. Arielle and Elise, seeing his expression, immediately started teasing him. “Loo
Rita, seeing the baby, and trying to get some answers, stepped forward. “So tell us, Yvonne,” she asked, her voice gentle but firm. “What really happened in there? And how are you with one of the babies? Where is the other one? And Clara?”Yvonne sighed, a dramatic, shaky breath. This was her moment. She was going to cook up a beautiful story for them, a tale of heroism and tragedy that would make her look like a selfless savior. “Well,” she began, her voice soft, filled with fake sorrow, “the nurse brought the babies for Clara to feed. After feeding the first twin, the nurse wanted to wait to take both of them back to the nursery. But I asked her… I insisted that she stays here with Clara, to make sure Clara was okay, while I took the first twin back to the nursery myself. I wanted to help, you know.”She paused, letting her words sink in, making sure her voice sounded sincere. “So I left the room with the b
The explosion ripped through the air, a deafening roar that shook the very ground. A massive fireball erupted from the B wing of the hospital, sending broken glass and debris flying into the night sky. The sound was so loud, so sudden, that it made everyone nearby jump and scream. Inside the hospital, chaos broke out immediately. Doctors, nurses, and even the cleaning staff ran out, shouting, trying to get patients out of the building as fast as possible. There was a rapid evacuation happening, a rush of scared people trying to escape the spreading fire. The fire from wing B was moving fast, growing bigger, eating up more of the hospital.Just about that time, Devon’s car screeched to a halt outside the hospital entrance. He had been rushing there, a bad feeling in his gut, and now he saw the nightmare in front of him. Smoke billowed into the sky, flames licked at the windows of the B wing, and people were running everywhere, screaming.“Clara!” Devon
“Yvonne! What the hell is going on? Why were you with Clara? And why did she scream my name like that?” His voice was low, dangerous, a clear threat. “Listen to me. If anything, anything happens to Clara, I swear to God, Yvonne, I will kill you. Do you understand me?”Yvonne, who was now at the hospital, her heart pounding from hitting Clara with the vase, heard his words. Her face twisted in a mix of fear and rage. How dare he threaten me for her! The thought burned through her. But this wasn’t about her anger right now. Her plans had changed. She wanted the news of Clara’s death to be what he heard first, a shock that would break him. But since Devon now knew she was with Clara, since he had heard Clara’s voice, the plans had to move fast. She had to act quickly before the entire Cage family made their way to the hospital.She forced her voice to sound calm, even a little breathless, like she had just gone through so
At the office, Devon was deep in a big meeting, trying to close an important deal. But even with all the numbers and serious talk, his mind kept going back to Clara. He felt a strange knot in his stomach, a worry he couldn't shake. He had never felt so much fear for her before. He tried to tell himself it was just because he missed her, that he was being silly.During a short break in the meeting, he quickly pulled out his phone. He tried to call Clara. He called her once, then twice. But her phone was off. It went straight to voicemail. That made the knot in his stomach tighter. He was just about to call the home phone at the mansion, to ask where she was and if she was okay, when his assistant called him back into the meeting. He had to put his worry aside and go back in.The meeting kept going. They were talking about a huge piece of land they needed to buy for a new project. One of the important people on the board said, “We have to get that land. But Mr. Tho
The morning after the big fight was strangely quiet at the Cage mansion. The air still felt thick with all the bad feelings from the night before, but everyone was trying to act normal. The drama of Devon telling everyone he loved Clara, and Nana saying he was cut off, had left a heavy cloud over the house. No one looked happy.Nana had a doctor’s checkup planned for that day. It was a regular thing, but today it felt like a way to escape the heavy air. She left the house with her son, Richard, after their heart to heart conversation regarding the love triangle Devon has created himself. Rita and Damien were invited to the Montgomery’s for lunch. Rita was not interested in the drama at home, not today, so she was happy to leave. She took Damien, and Elise and Arielle tagged along too, probably wanting to get away from the tension as well. Soon, the big mansion was almost empty.Yvonne left the house too, or at least, that’s what she made everyone believe. She got into her car, drove a
The morning after the big party was not a good one at the Cage mansion. It was quiet. Too quiet. The air felt heavy, like a thick blanket of unspoken words and bad feelings. The drama from the night before, Devon telling everyone he loved Clara, Nana saying he was cut off, it was all too much. There was no happy face anywhere. No one smiled. The usual morning sounds of the house, the maids bustling, the soft clinking of dishes, were hushed. Everyone moved like ghosts.Nana was in her big, fancy room. She sat in her armchair, staring out the window, but not really seeing anything. Her mind was a whirlwind of anger and hurt. Her son, Richard, came in. He looked tired. He sat down in a chair across from her, his shoulders slumped. He knew they had to talk about Devon.He let out a long breath. “Mother,” he started, his voice soft. “I think we should just let him be.”Nana’s head snapped up. Her eyes, usually so calm, were wide with shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I can