Life in the Blake family was a nightmare for Crystal. Despite being married to Christian Blake, the powerful CEO, for three years, she couldn’t conceive, becoming the target of endless scorn and humiliation. When she finally found out about Christian's affair with his mistress, Ilda, the woman he’d chosen over her, her heart shattered. But just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, she found herself carrying Christian’s child in secret. However, as Christian prepares to marry Ilda, a shocking truth emerges— the child she was carrying was not his. What will happen when Christian realizes the woman he betrayed and cast aside had his heir all along? Will he regret his choices, or has he already lost everything, including Crystal’s love
View MoreThe soft rays of the morning sun filtered through the sheer white curtains of the spacious bedroom. The room was wrapped in quiet warmth, touched by the scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling eggs. Crystal stirred gently beneath the plush duvet, the satin sheets brushing against her skin. She opened her eyes slowly—just in time to see Adrian walk in with a large silver tray in his hands.“Good morning, sunshine,” he said with a smile, his voice thick with warmth.Crystal blinked at the tray in surprise. “Adrian…?”On the tray was an exotic breakfast—perfectly poached eggs, warm croissants, crispy bacon, a bowl of mixed berries, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, and a side of honey-drizzled pancakes. The meal was arranged so beautifully it could have been served in a five-star hotel.“You didn’t have to do all this,” she murmured, sitting up as he placed the tray gently on her lap.“I wanted to,” he replied softly, sitting beside her on the bed. “You deserve to be pampered,
The house was eerily quiet as Olivia stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking against the polished marble floors, each step echoing in the emptiness. Her mind was racing, the fury inside her growing with every thought of Ilda’s audacity. She had just witnessed that woman mocking her, mocking her family, and she couldn’t take it anymore. Her fingers curled into fists, and she gritted her teeth as she walked faster, her breath sharp with anger.Just as she rounded the corner, her mind still clouded with rage, she suddenly collided with someone hard.“Ugh!” Olivia gasped, stumbling backward, but strong hands caught her, pulling her back before she could fall. She looked up, her face flushed with frustration, only to be met with a calm, unreadable gaze.“Robert…” she muttered, irritated, not even realizing it was him she had run into.His grip loosened, but he didn’t let go entirely. “Olivia, are you alright?” he asked, his voice low and surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to her bu
The evening air wrapped around Ilda like silk as she stepped onto the mansion’s wide balcony. The golden rays of the setting sun highlighted the pride on her face. She pulled out her phone, dialing a number she knew by heart no hesitation, no second thought.The call connected.“I was wondering when you’d call,” the man’s voice came through, smooth and amused.Ilda’s lips curved into a full, victorious smile as she leaned against the railing. “She almost ruined everything today.”“You mean the old head of department?” the man asked with a low chuckle.“Yes, Felicity.” Ilda rolled her eyes. “That witch found a way to trace some of the documents and connected them to Rays and Co. She was beginning to look in the right direction. If she had connected the dots a day earlier, Christian might have suspected me.”“But he didn’t,” the man said knowingly.“Of course not,” Ilda said, her voice laced with wicked glee. “You should have seen his face—confused, angry, completely shocked. And I just
The sun cast a golden hue across the skyline as the cab pulled up in front of the large, modern home nestled quietly in a peaceful Los Angeles neighborhood. The air smelled like sea breeze and freshly mowed lawns. Birds chirped in the distance. A new chapter had silently begun.When the car pulled into the private, gated neighborhood, her breath caught. Adrian stepped out first, his usual guarded expression replaced with something softer—relieved, maybe even hopeful. He opened the door for Crystal, who stepped out slowly, her eyes wide as she took in the property.“This is… yours?” she asked quietly, looking up at the spacious two-story house, lined with glass windows and lush greenery.Adrian nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah. One of a few places I have here. I figured this would be the calmest for you.”She turned slowly, scanning the area. Everything felt… safe. Far from Evelyn’s cruel gaze. Far from the ghost of her pain.Adrian walked ahead, unlocked the door, and pushed it open.
Christian turned sharply toward Ilda as the heavy accusation hung in the air like smoke refusing to clear. His eyes locked on hers in disbelief. "Ilda..." he muttered, almost unable to process it. “How could your clearance be involved in this?” Ilda blinked, then suddenly let out a soft, dismissive laugh — one that felt strangely forced, like a veil covering something darker. “What are you even saying?” she said, brushing her hair behind her ear and flashing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Christian is my soon-to-be husband… and the father of my unborn baby.” She placed a gentle hand over her stomach. “Why on earth would I betray us like that?” Murmurs broke out again across the boardroom. Christian was still frozen, his mind clouded. But Mrs. Felicity wasn’t done. She stepped forward boldly, her voice firm. “Ma’am,” she said, eyes directly on Ilda, “with all due respect, ever since you resumed work in this company, strange things have been happening. From unauthorized fil
The morning sun bathed the Blake dining room in a soft amber light, casting golden streaks across the marble floor and freshly arranged roses at the center of the long mahogany table. The air smelled of toast, honey-glazed ham, and cinnamon tea. The mansion, for once, felt lively… deceptively so.Christian sat at the head of the table, well-groomed in a navy-blue casual shirt, sleeves rolled and watch gleaming beneath the morning light. His face bore a rested glow, and his smile subtle but genuine made the staff exchange glances in surprise. He hadn’t smiled like this in weeks.“Did you tell the chef to add cardamom in the tea?” he asked, taking a sip. “Tastes different. In a good way.”Olivia gave a small nod from her seat. “I thought you might notice. You always notice the smallest things.”Christian chuckled and leaned back slightly. “What can I say? I like my tea precisely.”Ilda, seated a few seats down in a silky blush robe, placed a manicured hand over her baby bump. She looked
The house had never felt so quiet.After the sound of car doors shutting, luggage being loaded, and tires rolling off the driveway, silence settled over the Blake residence like a thick, invisible fog.Evelyn stood frozen in the middle of the living room. Betty had long stormed off upstairs, slamming her door behind her. But Evelyn remained—still and suddenly… hollow.Her eyes slowly moved to the small black box Crystal had left on the table. It felt heavier now, more significant.Her hands trembled slightly as she reached for it. She sat down slowly, untying the ribbon carefully, almost nervously, like something inside might explode and pierce straight through her chest.She opened it.Inside lay a neatly folded letter, tucked over a small bracelet—a simple charm bracelet with the word “Grace” engraved on the centerpiece.With slow fingers, Evelyn unfolded the letter. Her breath caught when she saw Crystal’s handwriting, smooth and graceful. Then she began to read.---Dear Mom,I ne
The morning sun filtered in through the blinds, casting pale golden rays across the polished floors. The house felt unusually quiet, too quiet. Then came the soft dragging sound of a suitcase wheel against the floor.Crystal appeared at the stairway, dressed plainly, her pale face void of color but carrying a strange calm. The workers passed with other of her luggages as she clutched one small suitcase in her hand. Her steps were slow, deliberate, like someone who had already said goodbye a hundred times in her heart.Downstairs, Evelyn and Betty were seated on the couch, heads close together, giggling over something on Betty’s tablet."Mom, look at this post," Betty cackled, swiping with her pink-polished nails. "Someone said if your maid starts dressing fine, just know your jewelry box is next."Evelyn let out a loud laugh. “These people online have no chill. But it’s true! That girl from the Johnsons, what’s her name—ran off with their family diamonds and left a thank-you note!”Sh
The room was dim, lit only by the soft golden glow of the bedside lamp. The curtains danced gently as the evening breeze slipped through the slightly open window. Olivia lay nestled under silk sheets, her hair falling over the pillow in gentle waves. Robert lay beside her, shirtless, with one arm resting comfortably behind his head while the other lightly stroked Olivia’s hair.“Your taste hasn’t changed one bit, my dearest Olivia,” Robert murmured, his voice deep, a sly grin on his face as he traced a finger down her bare shoulder.Olivia chuckled softly, playfully pushing his hand away. “Oh please, stop. You’re as dramatic as ever.”Robert smirked and turned to face her more directly. “Dramatic? You mean charming.”“Delusional, maybe,” she teased, her laughter soft and feminine as it filled the cozy room.He laughed along, then leaned in to kiss her forehead. “Still feisty, I see. I might be aging, but trust me… I haven’t lost my energy. Not even a little.”Olivia rolled her eyes wi
Crystal sat on the balcony of the grand Blake mansion, her eyes distant as she gazed at the sprawling gardens below. The luxury around her was suffocating, a cruel reminder of how little she belonged. For over three years, she had lived in this house as Christian Blake’s wife, yet she had never felt more like a stranger, and no one regarded her as part of the family.The whispers of scorn and judgment from Christian's family echoed in her mind. "Three years, and still no child?" Olivia, Christian’s mother, had sneered just days ago during a family dinner. "What good is she to this family if she can’t even fulfill her most basic duty?" Her heart ached at the memory. The Blake family had never accepted her, not truly. They saw her as an outsider, an interloper who didn’t deserve to carry their legacy. Even the maids gossiped about her when they thought she couldn’t hear. From the hallway below, faint voices drifted up. "Poor Mrs. Blake," one maid murmured. "She tries so hard, but ...
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