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Fifty-Seven

Author: Racheal Novella
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-23 12:54:45

The sky had already started to turn amber as evening rolled in. Crystal had spent nearly the whole day quietly in the house, replaying childhood memories in her mind like soft music. The moment she whispered, “Can’t believe I’m one year older today,” she had no idea her words would set something in motion.

Now, the house was unusually quiet. She had spent most of the afternoon alone, her eyes occasionally drifting to the clock. Adrian hadn’t returned since morning. Even the workers seemed oddly silent. A part of her had tried to shake off the earlier disappointment, but it lingered. Maybe he really forgot, she thought.

Just as she stood up to go upstairs and call it a day, there was a gentle knock on her room door.

“Ma’am,” one of the housekeepers said with a warm smile, “please, come with me.”

Crystal blinked, confused. “Where to?”

“Please, ma’am. Just follow.”

With hesitant steps, Crystal followed the woman out of the house and into the garage. But the moment the large doors slowly
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  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Ten

    They turned slowly.Christian stood a few feet away, barely illuminated by the hallway lights. He looked older in this lighting. Not physically, but emotionally. As though time had crept up behind him, weighed his soul down, and left his eyes raw with memory.His hands were in his pockets, stiff. His mouth opened slightly, then closed again.Crystal instinctively stepped back, closer to Adrian. Not out of fear, but caution.Christian lifted a hand gently, as if to say, Please… just a moment.Adrian stiffened, his jaw tightening. But he didn’t speak. He felt Crystal’s hand in his firm, steady state.Christian’s eyes locked on her belly first. Then rose slowly to meet hers.“I watched your speech,” he said, voice husky, frayed with emotion. “Every single word.”Silence.“You were… everything I never let you be.”Crystal said nothing. Her eyes remained unreadable, but not cruel.Christian looked at Adrian next, then back at her. “I know I don’t belong here. I’m not here to start anything

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Nine

    As the clock inched closer to her moment, Crystal stood at the side of the stage, her hand wrapped in Adrian’s. Cameras flashed. Her name echoed in the corridors. The room buzzed with anticipation.She smiled at him one last time, eyes glistening not with fear—but with purpose.And then she stepped forward into the spotlight.The stage was quiet—bright under golden lights that felt more like truth than glamour. Crystal stepped into the glow, her heels clicking softly on the polished floor, the hush in the room swelling with reverence. She reached the podium, her breath measured, her fingers resting lightly on its edge like a pianist about to strike the first note.She didn’t speak immediately.Instead, she looked out into the sea of expectant faces. She saw journalists, leaders, students, and women with notebooks on their laps and questions in their eyes. She saw history waiting to be rewritten, and she was holding the pen.Then, she looked inward.And began.> "I used to sit in rooms

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Eight

    Crystal ran her hand over the silk of her dress, smiling faintly as she adjusted the collar. The baby was growing fast. Her stomach was no longer a whisper of pregnancy, it was a bold, undeniable statement that life was blooming inside her. Months had passed, and with each one, her excitement grew louder, stronger, brighter.She looked stunning, but it wasn’t the glow of makeup or lighting. It was the glow of peace, of survival, of becoming. Her eyes held a joy she never thought she’d feel again.She stepped aside to grab her bag for the conference and paused, just for a breath, to take it all in. The luxury apartment, the gentle scent of lavender in the air, the sound of Adrian’s voice humming softly in the background as he prepared breakfast. Everything felt so full now. So right.And yet… her thoughts, uninvited but welcome, drifted back to that version of herself who once walked the hallways of the Blake mansion like a shadow.She closed her eyes.She remembered the cold floors. T

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Seven

    The mirror caught the soft curve of her belly, rounded and radiant with new life. Crystal ran her hand over the silk of her dress, smiling faintly as she adjusted the collar. The baby was growing fast. Her stomach was no longer a whisper of pregnancy, it was a bold, undeniable statement that life was blooming inside her. Months had passed, and with each one, her excitement grew louder, stronger, brighter.She looked stunning, but it wasn’t the glow of makeup or lighting. It was the glow of peace, of survival, of becoming. Her eyes held a joy she never thought she’d feel again.She stepped aside to grab her bag for the conference and paused, just for a breath, to take it all in. The luxury apartment, the gentle scent of lavender in the air, the sound of Adrian’s voice humming softly in the background as he prepared breakfast. Everything felt so full now. So right.And yet… her thoughts, uninvited but welcome, drifted back to that version of herself who once walked the hallways of the B

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Six

    Weeks had gone by, and Christian still couldn't recover from the pain burning inside him.Time moved, the world continued spinning, but for him, everything had stopped. His days had no color, his nights no rest. He had become a prisoner in his own body, trapped, suffocating in a shell of the man he used to be. The once-glorious Christian Blake, who used to command rooms and make empires tremble with a word, now sat in silence, staring at the walls that once echoed with life.His home, if it could still be called that, was quiet. Too quiet. No laughter, no footsteps, no scent of Crystal’s favorite jasmine perfume lingering in the air. Just stillness. Emptiness. Regret.He had everything… once. Money, status, power. But in the pursuit of more—more thrill, more attention, more validation, he made a decision that unraveled it all. One mistake. One moment of selfishness. One act of betrayal. And just like that, his life collapsed like a house of cards in a storm."I chose wrong," he admitt

  • The Price of His Betrayal    One Hundred And Five

    As Adrian’s final words echoed through the room, the tension slowly cracked and peeled away like the last skin of a dying storm. But in that stillness, Crystal stood quietly behind him, her eyes never leaving the man who had always defended her not with fury, but with reverence.A soft breath escaped her lips, and without realizing it, her hand tightened around Adrian’s.Her cheeks were already warming, and when he turned just slightly to glance at her, it happened, her heart bloomed in a way she hadn’t felt in years. Not from pain. Not from survival. But from something gentle, something pure.Love.She blushed, the color rising delicately across her pale skin, painting her with life. Her lips parted into a small, helpless smile, one she didn’t try to hide.In that moment, she saw him differently, even more clearly. Not just as the man who saved her, but as the man who saw her, her strength, her battles, her worth. And instead of using it against her, he cherished it. Protected it. Pr

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