The living room was quiet, except for the soft sound of Lizzy’s sobs.She sat on the couch, wearing a plain black gown, her shoulders hunched, fingers twisting round her dress. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying all night.“I can’t believe Grandpa is gone…” she whispered. “Just like that. No warning, no goodbye. I won’t see him again. He left me all alone.”Samson sat beside her, one hand gently rubbing her back. His own eyes were dull with grief, but he held it in for her sake.“You’re not alone,” he said softly. “I’m here. I’m not your grandfather, I know that, but I’ll step into the role. For you… and for Jayden.”Lizzy looked up, her eyes all red.“You’ve carried enough on your shoulders, Lizzy. You’ve done more than most women your age would even try to do. It’s time to let someone else help. You need to be strong, but you don’t have to be strong alone.”She wiped her cheeks and nodded slowly, leaning into his shoulder. “Thank you, Samson.”They sat there for a long time, su
Samson stayed quiet for a moment, his mind spinning.Lizzy noticed the change in his expression.“Is something wrong?” she asked softly.He looked up and quickly masked the storm inside him with a smile. “No, everything’s fine.”“You’re sure?” she pressed..“Yeah. It’s just… that company you mentioned, Lu’s Corporation—it’s very popular, and powerful, too. Unfortunately, people like us can’t fight giants like that. They have money, influence, connections.”Lizzy chuckled. “I never had plans to fight them,” she said quietly. “I just want to live a quiet life. Take care of my baby, get more customers, and sell my pastries in peace. That’s all I want.”He nodded, swallowing the rising tension in his throat.Her words were simple, but they touched something in him. She wasn’t bitter, just tired. A woman who had been hurt deeply and still chose to focus on what mattered most, her child.Lucas.The discovery hasn’t settled down, but now wasn’t the time to say anything.Not yet.*******Isab
“Are you sure about this? Andrew can always represent me,” Pat said softly, brushing the edge of Angelie’s hairline as she styled it gently.Angelie adjusted in her seat and nodded. “I’ve never been more sure. I have to face my fears. So yes… I’ll stand in for you. Not as Angelie Smith, but as your daughter.”Pat’s hands paused. A wave of pride moved through her; she couldn’t ask for a better daughter.She reached for Angelie’s shoulders, gently turned her toward the mirror, and looked at her reflection alongside her.“You are my daughter,” she said, with a bright smile accompanying each word. “Nothing will ever change that.”Angelie met her mother’s eyes in the mirror.“I just want you to always remember that I love you,” Pat whispered, pressing her hand gently on her shoulder.Angelie nodded. She stood and picked up her jacket. One last look at herself in the mirror, and a faint smile tugged at her lips. She looked elegant, composed, and ready.“I’ve got this,” she said with a small
“Goodness gracious,” Morris breathed. “Samson?”A shaky smile formed on the man’s lips. “It’s me, Morris. Your brother.”Before Morris could speak again, Samson walked up and wrapped his arms around him in a firm, desperate hug.“I’ve been coming to this farm, hoping I’d see you. I know how much you love it here,” Samson said, his voice muffled against Morris’s shoulder. “But I kept running into your workers.”Morris slowly pulled away, trying to catch up with the storm of emotions in his chest.“What happened to you?” he asked. “Father said you were in Mexico receiving treatment. That you were being difficult, that the government had to put you on a special program for your safety…”Samson let out a dry laugh. “His lies never get old, do they?”He looked around and gestured toward a room close to the cornfield. “Let’s sit. I need to explain.”Morris led him to the room, the one that only he had the key to. Once inside, the smell of fresh berries fills his nostrils.Samson sank into t
“Tim, you’re here,” Isabella said, with a surprise tone. “I wasn’t expecting you.”Tim held his chest like someone had shot him. “Ouch! That hurts. Someone got over me so quickly. Now that hurts.”He made a fake sad face that made her smile without meaning to.“That’s not what I meant…” she began, trying to defend herself.He raised a hand with a small grin. “It’s fine.”He held out the rose bouquet to her.She took it gently, burying her nose in it. “Thank you… They smell nice.”Tim's eyes softened as he watched her. “There’s somewhere I want to take you.”“Okay… just let me wait for Flora to get back from the restroom. Then we can go.”Tim chuckled lightly. “Flora’s already on her way back home. She said something about going to cuddle her man.”She looked at him slowly. “Wait…how did you… that girl! She set this up.”Tim just smiled. “Shall we?”Outside, a sleek black car waited quietly.Isabella blinked. “Whose car is this?”“Mine.”He opened the front door for her like a perfect
“I need you to win back Olivia’s heart and marry her within a month; we don’t have much time in our hands.”Jeff stared at his grandfather, his hand still holding the duvet midway.“Not again, Grandpa,” he finally said, lowering the cover slowly.“We can’t keep going down this same path. Marriage is not an alliance, or some sort of dirty games.”Grandpa Lu didn’t say anything to him; he was just looking at him.“I can't do that. Not to her, not to myself.”Grandpa Lu’s lips thinned. “You once loved her, we can leverage on that, is not a game, it's a rekindling of past love.”Jeff shook his head slowly.“Loved. That word has a past tense. It’s over.”He turned, heading toward the door.“I can’t have this conversation with you tonight. Goodnight.”His hand touched the knob, then a voice came from the bed. This time, it wasn’t calm, but mean.“Love doesn’t make a man.”Jeff turned slightly.“It destroys him.”Grandpa’s tone dropped further. “And we’ll just sit and watch that woman destro