MasukChapter 4: Dangerous Secrets
Melinda quickly stepped back from the door and pretended to drink her water. Her heart was racing. ‘Why was the guard standing so close tonight? Stanley had never posted someone right outside their bedroom before.’ she thought. She climbed back into bed and lay still, pretending to sleep. Stanley’s breathing was deep and steady beside her, but she couldn’t relax. Every small sound in the house made her nervous. The next morning, she tried to act completely normal. She made coffee again and greeted Stanley with a small smile when he came downstairs. “You look tired,” he said, studying her face as he took his cup. “Didn’t you sleep well?” “I’m fine,” Melinda replied softly. “Just thinking about the baby.” Stanley nodded. “Good. I’ve scheduled your first ultrasound for next week. My mother will come with you.” Melinda’s stomach tightened. Victoria Stewart, the woman who had called her a breeding vessel. She didn’t want that woman anywhere near her or her baby. “I can go alone,” she said carefully. “No,” Stanley replied firmly. “My mother will accompany you and that’s final.” He finished his coffee and stood up. Before leaving, he paused and looked at her again. “Melinda, is there something you’re not telling me?” Her breath caught. “No, why do you ask?” “You’ve been quiet lately.” He stepped closer and touched her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Remember our deal, no secrets. If you try anything stupid, you won’t like the consequences.” Melinda forced herself to stay calm. “I understand.” Stanley stared at her for a few more seconds before leaving for work. As soon as his car drove away, Melinda let out a shaky breath. She needed to move faster with her plan. Later that afternoon, she met Elena at a small cafe near the hospital. They sat in a quiet corner where no one could hear them. “I’m scared, Elena,” Melinda whispered. “There was a guard outside our room last night. I think Stanley is starting to suspect something.” Elena leaned forward, giving her a serious face. “Then we have to be very careful. I’ve talked to a friend who can help create fake documents for you. New name, new identity, but it will take at least two more months.” “Two months?” Melinda touched her stomach. She was only eight weeks pregnant. “I don’t know if I can wait that long.” “You have to,” Elena said. “If you run now without proper papers, Stanley will find you easily. He has connections everywhere, be it with business, government, and… those other people he works with.” Melinda knew what she meant. The mafia ties. She had heard enough whispers to be afraid. “I’ll wait,” she said. “But I need a backup plan. If things get dangerous, I have to leave immediately.” They talked for almost an hour, making small plans. Elena promised to hide some money and clothes for her at the hospital. Melinda felt a tiny bit of hope returning that she wasn’t completely alone. When she returned to the mansion that evening, everything seemed normal at first. But as she walked upstairs, she noticed one of Stanley’s men searching through her drawers in the bedroom. “What are you doing?” she asked sharply. The man looked at her without shame. “Boss orders a routine check.” Melinda’s blood ran cold. Stanley was already watching her more closely. That night, Stanley came to the bedroom earlier than usual. He looked tense. “Come here,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Melinda walked over slowly. He pulled her onto his lap and ran his hand over her stomach. “My child is growing inside you,” he said quietly. “I hope you’re taking this seriously.” “I am,” she answered. Stanley looked into her eyes. For a second, she thought she saw something different, almost like possessiveness, but then his voice turned cold again. “Good. Because if you ever think about leaving me, I will find you and I will take my child. You will never see him or her again. Do you understand?” Melinda nodded, fear gripping her heart. “Yes.” He kissed her. Even though she hated him, her body still reacted. When he took her that night, it was the same as always: no love, no warmth, just raw need. After he fell asleep, Melinda lay awake, tears silently rolling down her cheeks. She placed both hands on her stomach and whispered, “I’m sorry, baby but I have to get you out of here. We can’t stay with him.” *** The following day, Melinda went to visit her mother again. While she was there, her phone rang. It was an unknown number. She answered carefully. “Melinda,” a deep voice said. “This is Marcus, Stanley’s right-hand man. The boss wants you home in thirty minutes. Please, don’t be late.” Before she could reply, the line went dead. Melinda stared at her phone, with her hands shaking. “How did they know exactly where I was?” She asked herself quietly. As she hurried back to the mansion, she noticed a black car following her. When she arrived home, Stanley was waiting for her in the living room, his face dark and burning with anger. “Where have you been?” he demanded. “Just seeing my mother,” she said. Stanley stood up slowly and walked toward her. “I told you no secrets, Melinda. Yet you’re meeting people behind my back.” Her heart dropped. “Did he know about Elena?” Her quiet mind asked her. He stopped right in front of her, his tall frame making her feel small. “Tell me the truth, what are you planning?” Melinda swallowed hard. She had to lie perfectly, or everything would fall apart.Melinda called Elena the next morning, still riding the unsteady, giddy aftermath of the night before, needing to say the words out loud to someone who'd witnessed every painful chapter of her history with Stanley Stewart."He kissed me," she said, without preamble, the moment Elena picked up. "Last night. After the bike lesson."Elena was quiet for a long moment. "And how do you feel about that?""Terrified," Melinda admitted. "Happy, in a way I haven't let myself feel in years. And terrified, because those two feelings together are exactly what got me into trouble the first time.""This isn't the first time, though," Elena said carefully. "You're not twenty-two anymore, desperate and cornered with no options. You're Dr. Melinda Jason, with a career, a home, a support system, and a five-year-old who adores him. That's a very different foundation than what you started with.""I know," Melinda said. "I keep reminding myself of that. But Elena, I need you to be honest with me. Do you th
Stanley had never taught anyone anything as simple as riding a bike, and it showed within the first ten minutes, his careful, methodical approach at odds with Liam's boundless, impatient energy."You have to let go eventually," Liam informed him, wobbling dangerously as Stanley jogged alongside, one hand still hovering protectively near the back of the seat. "Oliver's dad let go right away.""Oliver's dad probably didn't want to explain a scraped knee to your mother," Stanley said, though he loosened his grip slightly, trusting the boy's growing confidence more than his own nerves."You're being too careful," Liam said, with the blunt authority of a five-year-old who considered himself an expert after two failed attempts. "Mama says you're careful about everything. Even pizza toppings.""Your mother exaggerates," Stanley said, though a small, unfamiliar smile tugged at his mouth.Melinda watched from the porch steps, a glass of lemonade sweating in her hand, something warm and unguard
Adrian noticed the change between them before either Melinda or Stanley fully admitted it to themselves, the easy familiarity that had crept into their exchanges, the way Melinda's guarded composure softened noticeably whenever Stanley's name came up in casual hospital conversation.It shouldn't have bothered him as much as it did. He reminded himself of that fact more than once, standing in the surgical wing break room, watching Melinda through the window take a call she stepped away to answer privately, her whole posture shifting into something warmer the moment she recognized the caller."You've got that look again," his colleague Dr. Reyes observed, following his gaze. "The one you get whenever Dr. Jason's ex-husband comes up.""I don't have a look," Adrian said, more defensively than he intended."Sure you don't." Reyes smirked, unconvinced. "For what it's worth, Adrian, everyone's noticed you've been carrying a torch for that woman for at least two years now. Might be time to ei
Marcus found the cousin's name within hours: Julian Stewart, thirty-four, a mid-level executive in the family's technology division who'd spent the better part of a decade quietly resenting his exclusion from any real power within the company."He's smart enough to cover his tracks legally," Marcus reported. "The complaint itself doesn't violate any laws, just anonymous whistleblowing through proper hospital channels. But the timing, right after the territory transfer became visible internally, tells its own story. He's betting that destabilizing Melinda destabilizes you too, distracted enough that he can position himself as the more focused, more loyal choice for expanded responsibility."Stanley absorbed this with cold, controlled fury. "Set up a meeting. Just the two of us.""Stanley, if you confront him directly, and word gets back to the hospital board that you personally intervened—""I'm not going to threaten him," Stanley said. "I'm going to offer him something he actually wan
The letter arrived on hospital letterhead, formal and clinical in its language, but the accusation underneath it landed with the force of a slap the moment Melinda finished reading it.*A formal complaint has been filed against Dr. Melinda Jason alleging a conflict of interest in the treatment of patient Victoria Stewart, specifically regarding a prior personal relationship with the patient's family that was not disclosed prior to surgery.*Melinda read it twice, her hands going cold, the careful, hard-won reputation she'd built over six years suddenly hanging by a thread she hadn't even known existed until this moment.She brought it immediately to the hospital administrator, Dr. Whitfield, a measured, fair-minded woman Melinda had worked alongside for years without a single prior complaint of any kind."I need to understand where this is coming from," Melinda said, setting the letter on the desk between them, her voice carefully controlled despite the fear coiling tight in her chest
The territory transfer went through quietly over the following week, buried in enough layers of legal paperwork that no regulatory body would ever connect it to the actual reason behind it, and true to his word, Volkov's surveillance around Liam's school vanished within days of the paperwork clearing."No further activity," Marcus reported, a week after the exchange. "No unmarked cars, no unusual contacts near the school or the townhouse. Either he's satisfied, or he's simply better at hiding his interest now that he's gotten what he wanted.""Keep watching anyway," Stanley said. "I'm not interested in assuming this is over just because it's gone quiet."Melinda, for the first time in weeks, allowed herself something close to relief, though the wariness she'd carried since the photograph first surfaced didn't fully disappear, some old instinct refusing to trust silence as fully as peace."I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop," she admitted to Stanley one evening, the two of them
Chapter 6: Caught in the ActMelinda froze on the bed, her phone still in her hand. Stanley stood at the doorway, his tall figure casting a long shadow across the room. His eyes were dark and angry.“Who are you texting this late?” he repeated, his voice low and dangerous.Melinda’s mind raced. Sh
Chapter 3: Shattered HopeThe sound of the teacup shattered on the marble floor and echoed loud through the hallway like a gunshot.Melinda stood frozen outside Stanley’s study, her hand still covering her mouth and her heart felt like it had been ripped out of her chest. The words kept ringing in
Chapter 2: Cold Morning“Good morning,” Melinda said softly as Stanley walked into the dining room the next morning.She had woken up early, her body still sore from the night before. But she tried to push the pain away. She had made breakfast of eggs, toast, and coffee hoping to start their marr
Chapter 1: A Desperate Bargain“I’ll marry you… but only if you save my mother.”Melinda Jason’s voice shook as she stood in the big fancy office. She was looking straight at Stanley Stewart, the powerful billionaire everyone feared.Stanley leaned back in his chair and stared at her with cold eyes







