The morning sun filtered softly through the sheer white curtains of the bridal suite. Birds chirped in the distance, and the scent of fresh roses filled the air. Ava stood in front of the full-length mirror, her fingers resting gently on the small but visible bump under her wedding gown.She exhaled slowly, taking in the sight.The dress was off-white, satin and lace, hugging her figure tenderly. The bump wasn't too big, just a gentle swell but it was noticeable, especially under the flowing fabric. She ran a hand across it, a smile forming on her lips."You ready, mama?" her bridesmaid grinned as she stepped into the room.Ava turned, cheeks flushing. "As ready as I'll ever be.""You look beautiful," She said, her eyes misting. "Glowing, actually."Ava laughed softly. "Pregnancy glow or nervous sweat?""Both."They giggled like teenagers, the tension melting away just a bit. But Ava couldn't ignore the fluttering in her chest. Today was a new beginning but her journey here hadn't b
Ava took a breath."I was standing on the balcony, just trying to get some air. I didn't hear anything… until the glass shattered. She—Olivia—came through the window with a knife. She screamed at me, accused me of taking everything. I was terrified, mostly for the baby…"Her voice cracked."She tried to stab me. But Liam jumped in. He saved me. He got hurt in the process."The prosecutor nodded, then gestured, "No further questions."The defense attorney approached. "Miss Ava… would you say Olivia seemed out of control? Confused? Not thinking clearly?"Ava stared at him."No. She knew exactly what she was doing. She looked at me like she wanted me gone. There was hate in her eyes. She came to kill."The courtroom was silent. The defense attorney stepped back, defeated.Next, Liam was called up.He walked to the stand, upright despite the sling on his arm. His voice was calm but carried an edge."I was making tea when I heard Ava scream. I didn't think, I just ran. I saw Olivia going
The grand lobby of Hamilton Holdings buzzed with tension. Reporters stood scattered along the hallway, cameras slung over their shoulders, notepads in hand, waiting like hawks for a headline. Whispers flew around—rumors, assumptions, and questions they were dying to confirm.The moment the tall glass elevator doors slid open with a soft ding, all heads turned. Out stepped Liam Hamilton, looking calm and collected in a dark tailored suit, flanked by his poised mother and the ever-loyal James.The clicking of heels and the shuffle of equipment was immediately drowned out by the roar of reporters who swarmed the trio."Congratulations on your recovery, Mister Hamilton!" one reporter called out, her voice almost trembling with excitement."We heard the person who severely injured you was Olivia Johnson. What's going on?" another shouted, pushing a microphone toward him."Is Olivia Johnson under arrest?" someone from the back called.Flashes from cameras lit the hallway like a strobe. But
The room felt heavier than ever as Ava spoke with the doctor. Her hands trembled slightly as she stared at the floor, trying to convince herself she was doing the right thing."Yes, I do," Ava said quietly to the doctor, her voice nearly lost in the sterile silence of the room."I'm kind of a drifter," she went on, almost as if she needed to hear the words out loud to make sense of them. "I don't really have a stable home."Her throat tightened. "So I don't really feel confident to raise a baby yet."Her eyes looked down, blinking back the tears. "And if I can't provide a stable home, I don't really think it's fair for me to bring it into the world," she concluded, her voice barely above a whisper.The doctor nodded, his face gentle but unreadable. "Alright, then follow me."As Ava slowly made her way to the changing room and got into the hospital gown, her thoughts swirled in chaos. She laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. But just then—"Hold up," a familiar voice interrupte
The hospital hallway smelled faintly of antiseptic and fresh roses from the reception desk. Ava stood outside the doctor's office, taking a deep breath before walking in without the knowledge of being followed by Miss Johnson. Her heart was beating fast, her palms clammy with nerves.She stepped into the room, the white tiles reflecting the soft overhead lights. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses, gestured for her to sit. Ava did so quietly, adjusting the edge of her blouse and folding her hands on her lap.The doctor looked up to her, gave her a pack full of drugs and said in a calm, reassuring voice,"Take it regularly and rest well."Ava nodded, extended her hands and took the drugs and looked down at the small packet of medicine in her hand. She gave a faint smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes."The baby will be fine." The doctor assured her. "Thanks," she said, studying the label on the drugs as though it held all the answers she
"She's going to hate me for this," Noah said, his voice shaking as he glanced at the unconscious woman on the bed. His hands trembled as he held the keys, clearly struggling with what he was about to do.His mother, Missus Smith, stood by the doorway with a cold expression on her face. Her voice was stern, yet oddly calm."Noah, listen to me. Are you still a man?" she asked, as if trying to provoke him. "Keep her locked up for a while, and when she's pregnant, she will agree naturally."Noah looked down, lost in thought, but his mother wasn't done."And when she is part of the Smith's family, you can make it up to her," she added smoothly, like it was just another business deal."And she will see how sincere you are," she went on, convincing herself more than him. "And forgive you eventually."Noah opened his mouth to speak, but his mother cut him off like she didn't want to hear anything different."Here is the key to the handcuffs," she said, handing him the small silver key with a