LOGINAlex was brooding over a glass of bourbon. She didn't have any right to look hurt, not after all her betrayal. What game was she playing? Refusing the money after pretending to love him.
When he found out she had also been cheating, it sent him to the edge. Evelyn had shown him pictures of her with different men. "I'm sorry Alex, Evelyn had said, "but the Kate you know is not who you think she is, she's my sister but I just had to tell you, I felt really guilty seeing as we, you know, had a history." He remembered the first time he saw Evelyn. It was at a conference dinner in New York. She had looked so beautiful then, so witty and smart. He couldn't get her out of his head. They got each other's contact information and kept in touch. After a few dinners, they hooked up. One month into their relationship, he realized he wanted more. Evelyn was everything a man desired but when you got too close, you saw her too-polished smile, her vain conversations. He wanted real, and couldn't be it. Then he met Kate through Evelyn. And it was love at first sight. She laughed openly, she was kind, genuine. At least that was what he thought. First, it was the lies. He found out Kate had a ruptured ovarian cyst at the age of seventeen. She had surgery. It saved her life, but the aftermath left her with low fertility. She had a slim chance of conceiving naturally. "Why didn't you tell me?" He had asked with tears in his eyes, broken by the news. "I told you how much I wanted kids and you said nothing. All those doctors' appointments, you knew and you said nothing. Kate, I swear, if you had told me, we could have found a way around it, I would have considered other options because I loved you, but you tricked me! Were you ever going to tell me?" "I'm so sorry," she had cried, "I didn't want you to leave me, I was afraid. Please forgive me, Alex, I'm so sorry, I should have told you. I was going to, please Alex." He had tried to forgive her, tried to get past it, but he couldn't see her the same way again. How many other lies was she keeping from him? But he also hid the truth from her, didn't he? Feeling annoyed, he convinced himself he did it because he genuinely loved her. --- Evelyn was gloating on the balcony of her apartment. The stupid idiot. She thought she could come into their home and ruin everything. She couldn't forgive her father for loving Kate. On his deathbed, it was Kate he had requested to stay by his side. Smelly, pathetic Kate. Even her own mother didn't want her. So the bitch had finally made use of her senses. Evelyn always wondered how someone could be so stupid. Manipulating Kate was easy. She had been a little fool, so trusting, so naive. Evelyn began by being the nice stepsister. She made Evelyn feel welcome. She gave her her toys, played with her, and made Kate look up to her. Then she started playing her games. She'd coax Evelyn into breaking the rules, like the time she made them sneak off to a party. Her father had made them promise to stay at home. But Evelyn, when her father left them alone, began crying in earnest. Kate immediately ran to her. "Oh, don't cry, Evie, maybe Dad knows best." Evelyn had been greatly annoyed when Kate called her father, Dad. She hid her hatred and muttered tearfully, "I promised Josh, I would attend his party, he would think I snubbed him, how am I supposed to live with myself!" "Don't worry so much then, we'll quickly go there and come back before Dad finds out." Evelyn had given Kate her sweetest smile. They went to the party but Kate made sure they got delayed and by the time they returned home, their parent were waiting for them in the living room." Her father was very disappointed in them and when he tried to reprimand her, Kate did not allow him. "It was all my fault," she said, head downcast. "I was the one who made us go to the party, Evelyn didn't have anything to do with it." Kate's mother had shaken her head, like she knew it was Kate's doing all along. "Isn't it bad enough that you have no regard for rules, you are corrupting Evelyn now?" It had stung Kate and Evelyn happily watched Kate's mother break her down. But Evelyn's father wasn't fooled, he had stared at his daughter with something close to shame. Evelyn wanted to throw things at the wall, to scream at him for picking Kate over her. It didn't end there for Evelyn, she kept on manipulating Kate. She made her an outcast in high school while pretending to be her only true friend. The popular girl who still loved her awkward and weird stepsister. Oh, it was sweet, it was so sweet to think about Alex. It was her finest work yet. Finally, she could put the bitch in her place. But she would miss tormenting her darling stepsister. Evelyn had set up the perfect way for them to meet. She'd begged Kate to help her host an event. Kate didn't like things like that, socialising. She'd grown very socially awkward over the years. Her self-confidence and esteem chipped at till there was barely anything left. But Evelyn knew she only had to beg and Kate would do her bidding. So Kate agreed to help with the guest list and of course, grace the event. Not even the pretty dress and shoes could make Kate blend in. She was visibly out of her depth. Evelyn moved a piece on her chessboard by introducing Alex to Kate. God, it was a pitiful sight. Kate couldn't compose a single coherent line. She blushed and stuttered, with all the shyness of a little girl. But it went horribly wrong, didn't it? Alex had taken one look at Kate and fallen in love. That wasn't supposed to happen. She wanted Alex to see her graceless stepsister and come back to her. Everyone loved Evelyn, glamorous, shining Evelyn. The queen. But she couldn't have foreseen the tables turning. It was unusual for Evelyn who was used to always having her way. He laughed at Kate's bad jokes, complimented her outfit and asked for a dance. Evelyn was seething by then. Her hands shook with rage, and her chest was heaving. She couldn't believe her eyes. First, it was her father and now, her lover. It was too much for Evelyn and she swore to destroy Kate. She made Kate hide her surgery and fertility issues from Alex. "It would do you more harm than good, I promise. Marry him first and then tell him later. He loves you and would forgive you." She was the one who leaked the news to Alex, perfectly aware it would lay the groundwork for her master plan. She advised Alex to keep their relationship from Kate. "It would only upset her, I know my stepsister, Alex, and if you really want to be with her just don't tell her, okay. She's so soft-hearted and she wouldn't want to hurt me. After all, it's done between us, no need to make it a thing." She fabricated lies about Kate being drawn to attractive things and coveting what doesn't belong to her. She made up stories about Kate crying for her dolls because she didn't like hers. She made it seem as if Kate only married him for the money. She worked her way into Alex's life and made him believe she was the only one who loved him genuinely. She leaked photos of her and Alex to the press to taunt Kate. Then the cheating lie. It was the last straw that broke the camel's back. Unknowingly to Kate, she'd set her up and taken several pictures that looked compromising. "Don't confront her, Alex, she'd only deny it and make a scene." Despite all her attempts to sleep with him, Alex had turned her down. But that night, when all his defences were down, she had her way with him. Knowing fully well it would make Alex carry guilt and not fight for their marriage. "It's time Alex, release yourself from her." But of course, this was done the same day Kate told her about her pregnancy. After the phone call with Kate, she had screamed so hard her throat burned. She swore not to let Kate win. She would do anything and everything. And something must be done to rectify that bit of issue quickly.Alex stood on the balcony of his penthouse, the hum of traffic faint below, a glass of whiskey dangling from his hand. The taste was bitter, but it kept his thoughts far away, at least for a while.The gala had been suffocating. Faces he had known all his life, polished, insincere people had smiled and congratulated him for a night he barely remembered. Evelyn had glowed under the lights, radiant and graceful, saying all the right things. She had been the perfect partner.And yet, standing there now, with the city sprawled beneath him, all Alex felt was emptiness.He didn’t hear her at first. The soft click of heels against marble came from behind him, and then her voice followed, smooth as velvet. "You disappeared on me."He turned slightly. Evelyn stood in the doorway, still in her silver gown. Her hair was swept back, and her smile was practised, tender, but there was a question in her eyes."Everyone kept asking where my fiancé had gone," she said with a faint laugh, stepping clos
The city below shimmered, its lights reflected in the glass walls of Kate's penthouse cars, people, laughter could be heard outside but inside, everything was still.The only sound came from the low hum of the television, where the Martins' estate glittered across the screen.Kate sat back in her chair, her eyes glued to the screen. The live feed from the gala played on a private channel, one Edward had quietly arranged through her company's media network. The camera angles were perfect. The toasts, the guests' arrivals, the champagne, all of it streamed in pristine detail.Her eyes lingered on Alex first. He stood beside Evelyn, his expression polite but distant, that same quiet tension in his jaw she remembered too well. He looked handsome as usual. Kate tilted her head slightly, studying him. Still the same. Then the camera panned to his parents. Margaret's pearls gleamed against her neck as she smiled for the photographers, proud and composed, the picture of grace. Beside her, Ri
Evelyn stood before the mirror in her dressing room, her reflection sharp and accusing under the glow of the vanity lights. The chaos of the past few days replayed in her mind like a cruel loop — the headlines, the endless replays of those photos of Alex and that woman. "Matilda." The name itself felt like acid on her tongue. She inhaled deeply, pressing her palms to the marble counter until her knuckles blanched. You overreacted. That's not how perfect wives behave.The staff had seen her temper —there were rumours of her throwing a vase at Alex. Her carefully built image of grace and control had cracked, and Evelyn despised herself for allowing it. Losing composure was for lesser women. The only way to win back control was to perform it.She touched up her lipstick; soft rose, not the crimson of war and smoothed down her ivory blouse. Time to fix things. Time to make Alex remember what a devoted fiancée looked like.She found him in his study later that evening, the glow of his des
The morning sun filtered through the glass walls of the mansion, painting soft gold over the marble floors. The twins were already awake, sprawled across the living room carpet, surrounded by toys, crayons, and a tablet that still glowed faintly from their latest mischief.Kate walked in, her hair pulled into a messy bun, a silk robe tied loosely around her waist. She was balancing a mug of coffee when she heard her son's voice, the curious one that always meant trouble."Mommy," said Blake, looking up from the tablet, "why does this man look like us?"Her heart stopped.The mug nearly slipped from her hand as she froze. On the screen was a picture from the gala, one of her dancing with Alex. Someone had posted it online with a ridiculous caption: ‘The remarkable Matilda Emerson who stole Alex Martins’ attention.’His twin, Jake, tilted his head, studying the image. "He even smiles like us. Look, Blake, his dimples."Kate forced a laugh, one that came out too brittle. "People can look
Watching from the sidelines, Evelyn was seething in a pool of rage. Who the hell did that bitch think she was? Seeing Alex enjoy dancing with Matilda was kindling the flames of her wrath. And yet, she couldn't explain why she felt fear creeping along her spine. There was something about this Matilda that robbed her of wrongly. That face. There was something about it that bothered Evelyn. Christ, and when she had spoken, Evelyn had been just as spooked as Alex. No, no, it was just a coincidence, nothing more. But she found herself thinking of her stepsister, Kate. How many years had passed since she disappeared from their lives? She's gone Evelyn, gone forever. Remember it's Kate. But...That unsettling feeling wasn't going anywhere. Kate had been brittle, simple, easily manipulated and weak, but as she watched this Matilda, she knew the other woman was a formidable opponent. Nothing like Kate.Still, Evelyn hated anyone who stole her shine. It got more personal when Matilda openl
There was a large gathering in the most expensive hotel in Dubai. It was a big headline in the news. Matilda Emerson, CEO of Hilton Enterprises, one of the world's leading businesses was partnering with Multi-trex Incorporation, "the sinking ship" as the media termed it, in what would be the biggest deal about to go down. Investors and billionaires alike were all in attendance. It was a crowd for the rich and powerful. Alex was feeling a little anxious. All of it still felt surreal. He didn't know if it was luck or like Evelyn had claimed, "their long-standing reputation in the business world, just a few bad deals here and there didn't erase the fact that Multi-trex was still a profitable giant." "Relax honey," Evelyn said beside him. "You are too tense." She had worn her most expensive dress, and diamonds were glittering around her neck. She wouldn't let the billionaire mogul, Matilda Emerson, upstage her look. Alex knew Evelyn was vain but sometimes it got to a point where he f







