It was a beautiful Thursday morning, and the soft summer breeze blew in through the open curtains. I was in my private dining room, enjoying breakfast, getting ready to meet my husband in his office. Two of Brandon's bodyguards stood near the entrance.Suddenly, Rachel walked in, pulled up a chair, and plopped down. She quickly pushed aside the plate of food in front of me to get my attention, looking furious. Then, she burst out laughing."Just like Brandon told me, all dudes should stay in their own lane. So, I've decided to mind my own business and wait until the 13th of next month. There's gonna be a massive event happening that day. I wanna let you know that I'm gonna boot you out of this crib, so your pops, who's been named the chairman of the event, can take you home. If you don't wanna get embarrassed, you better pack up and start skedaddling! You disgusting idiot!" Rachel said through gritted teeth. She stood up and walked away. Jared, who was walking behind her like her o
As I continued to stare at the men who had just walked boldly into the office, each dressed in sleek, black suits with discreet earpieces, projecting an air of professionalism, my heart skipped a beat. But when I felt Brandon's palm on mine, I took a deep breath and relaxed.As the men sat down, one of the men who had entered last stood behind the first person who walked boldly into the office. His intense gaze was too loud to ignore. "Ms. Coleman," one of the security agents said with an unsmiling face. " We got a tip that you have something concerning national security that you'd like to share with us. Please speak up and don't hold anything back," the security agent said."I... um..."The person standing behind him took a deep breath, and I slowly lifted my eyes to look at him. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a faint white inscription on it. I squinted and could barely make out the words "Silence or Son."I quickly averted my gaze and my heart started racing."Ma'am, what i
Brandon's Narrative"Your body shut down three kidneys until my sister entered the picture. She saved your life, and my family won't hesitate to end your life if you don't validate your marriage with her," Jonah's words continued to echo in my head, robbing me of my appetite. "What must I do to ensure that no one ever reminds me of this?" I kept asking myself, but nothing came to mind. Even though Rachel saved my life, it didn't suppress the intense revenge that was growing in my mind. She had bitten off more than she could chew this time. "What are you planning to do about this complicated situation?" Richard asked, clearly confused as well."Nothing," I mumbled, trying to conceal my plans. "If news of everything gets out, including the fact that you got your friend's daughter pregnant and hid her in your house for nine months, passing off her baby as Rachel, and then secretly marrying your friend's daughter and pushing Rachel who saves your life aside, I'm not sure anyone would e
It has been fourteen days since my silent war against my enemies began. I needed to hurry up because Emma's birthday was coming up on Saturday. I must say the fourteen days were the most lonely days of my life. I couldn't wait to bring my family back home again. I took off my jacket as soon as I entered my office. I had just visited the secret camp Emma had told me about after carefully strategizing how to enter it. Finally, I managed to enter in the early hours, and the visit was quite newsworthy."Dr. Harry, I apologize for keeping you waiting," I said to the doctor who had been waiting for me since 3 p.m.. "What have you found out?" I asked as I sat down in my chair."Brandon, I have reviewed Rachel Winterberg's medical records, and there is no evidence of her undergoing any nephrology procedures. She is not listed as a kidney donor.""Are you sure? I mean, I distinctly remember her being my donor when I needed that kidney transplant," I said."Sir, I understand your concerns. How
Emma's NarrativeIt had been fourteen days since Brandon sent me off to join Eleanor and Julian. I hadn't laid eyes on him and he hadn't called or answered any of my calls. The fourteen days felt like years.At 6 pm, I was in my room with my friends, admiring the dress Brandon had sent me for my birthday. "You look gorgeous," Vera said. I had found Vera at Susan's house last week, and we had reunited again."Thank you, Vera," I murmured sadly."What's wrong?" Vera asked."Why do I feel like Brandon is going to miss this party?" I asked."How could he miss it when he organized everything?" Vera and Gabrielle said almost in unison. I looked outside, but there was no sign of Brandon, and the party was about to start in the next five minutes.Suddenly, my phone rang, breaking the silence in the bedroom. I quickly picked up my phone, hoping it was Brandon calling. Disappointment washed over me when I saw who was calling."Who's on the line?" Jennifer asked."My mom," I responded as I answe
Emma Coleman's NarrativeI was just feeding my two-week-old son, who had been brought to me a few minutes ago, when my mortal enemy, Rachel Winterberg entered the room with a self-satisfied smile. Rachel was pretending to be Brandon Henderson's wife, but we both knew it was a charade. Brandon Henderson is the father of my son. I glanced at Rachel through teary eyes before shifting my focus back to my son. Ever since Rachel locked me in this secret room nine months ago, surrounded by heavily armed guards, there hasn't been a moment of joy. Tears have become my constant companion, streaming down my cheeks every single day. In this lonely confinement, I carried my son for nine months, and the moment he was born, Rachel snatched him away, passing him off as her own. They only bring the baby to me secretly when it's time to breastfeed him.Rachel imprisoned me in a secret room of their villa because I thwarted her plan to frame her husband, Brandon, and have him imprisoned, giving contr
Brandon Henderson's NarrativeIt was mid-August, and the evening sun cast a long, golden shadow through the window of my office. I paced around the room, anxiously awaiting the return of my bodyguards. I had sent them after one of my wife's maids who had kidnapped my two-week-old son, Julian Henderson.This servant happened to be my wife's personal maid. On the night my wife and I signed our marriage licenses, I had, unfortunately, slept with the maid under the heavy influence of alcohol. I honestly thought that I was making love to my wife, not realizing it was her personal maid at that moment. A few weeks later, we discovered that the maid was pregnant. Both my wife and the maid suggested that we pass the baby off as my wife's. I strongly refused, but after much pressure and blackmail from my wife, I reluctantly agreed.When the servant eventually gave birth, it ended up making headlines that Rachel Henderson had given birth to a baby boy. I had no idea why the maid suddenly had a c
"I... I..." Emma tried to speak, but tears choked her voice, and she fell silent again. The room grew as quiet as a graveyard as Emma and I locked gazes.Emma is the daughter of Samuel Coleman, the owner of Coleman's Aviation, one of the most renowned private airways in Sweden.Samuel and I attended the same school in Stockholm, where he and his father were living at the time. Samuel was not only my best friend but also my savior from the constant bullying caused by my half-brothers. He was strong and always stood up for me.However, everything changed when Samuel's father was transferred back to Malmo, and Samuel had to leave our school. Unable to bear the torment unleashed by my half-brothers, I felt hopeless. The bullying reached its peak when my father passed away and willed his company and everything he owned to me, his twelve-year-old son from his blind mistress.In their rage, my half-brothers intensified their threats on my life. All my blind mother could do was reach out to