Lillian sat on the veranda, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow over her. She placed a hand on her growing belly, feeling the gentle movements within. It had been getting harder to hide her pregnancy, especially with her stomach beginning to bulge noticeably. The reality of her condition was becoming impossible to conceal. Mrs. Rojas had been acting unusually kind and attentive lately, a change that didn't go unnoticed by Lillian. The older woman would often bring her herbal teas and insist on her resting more. Today was no different. "Lillian, dear," Mrs. Rojas's voice floated through the air as she approached, a tray of steaming tea in her hands. "I've brought you some chamomile. It's good for the nerves." "Thank you," Lillian replied, accepting the cup with a polite smile. She took a sip, the warm liquid soothing her throat. But a nagging suspicion lingered in her mind. Why was Mrs. Rojas suddenly so caring? "How are you feeling today?" Mrs. Rojas asked, her eyes lingering
The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife. Lillian, Sebastian, and Mrs. Rojas sat at one end of the long, polished table, facing the head chairwoman and chairman along with two other head coordinators. The stern expressions on their faces did little to quell the sense of impending doom. The head chairwoman, Ms. Delaney, leaned forward, her eyes sharp and unforgiving. "Today’s board meeting was nothing short of a disgrace. It’s clear that the Alfred family is treating this company as a playground for their personal dramas." Lillian’s heart sank, the weight of the accusation heavy. She glanced at Sebastian, who gave her a slight nod, his face resolute. Ms. Delaney stood up, her voice rising. "Because of the disturbance caused, we have no choice but to suspend the Alfred family from all board meetings until further notice." "No," Lillian whispered, her voice barely audible. She felt the world slipping from under her feet. "Please, you don’t understand." The head c
Lillian emerged from the conference room, her heart heavy with disappointment and frustration. The tense atmosphere still lingered around her like a suffocating cloud as she spotted Katherine engaged in an intense conversation with one of the board members nearby. Determination surged within her, overshadowing the fatigue from the chaotic meeting.Approaching her sister, Lillian's steps were measured, her gaze unwavering. "Katherine," she called out, her voice carrying a mix of concern and accusation.Katherine turned sharply, her features hardened. "What now, Lillian?" she retorted, her tone laced with irritation.Lillian's heart pounded as she faced Katherine, her eyes blazing with anger. "How could you do this?" she demanded, her voice quivering with emotion. "You've jeopardized everything—our family's reputation, our livelihood."Katherine's expression hardened, her lips curling into a sneer. "Oh, spare me the lecture, Lillian," she shot back, her voice dripping with disdain. "You
Katherine's eyes filled with tears as she stormed out of the living room, her heart pounding with a mix of rage and humiliation. She barely registered the concerned looks from the Rojas family, or the horrified expressions on the faces of her own family. All she could think about was the sting of her father's slap and the overwhelming sense of betrayal.Mr. Alfred stood there, his face a mix of anger and regret. The tension in the room was palpable, and he felt the weight of embarrassment pressing down on him. He turned to the Rojas family, his voice heavy with regret. "I'm deeply sorry for what just happened. Please understand, this is not how we usually are."As he turned to leave, Mr. Rojas stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Mr. Alfred," he called out, stopping him in his tracks. "I understand family conflicts, but you must teach your daughters how to behave. This kind of chaos can't continue."Mr. Alfred nodded, his expression solemn. "I'll do my best," he replied, his voi
Katherine's eyes filled with tears as she stormed out of the living room, her heart pounding with a mix of rage and humiliation. She barely registered the concerned looks from the Rojas family, or the horrified expressions on the faces of her own family. All she could think about was the sting of her father's slap and the overwhelming sense of betrayal.Mr. Alfred stood there, his face a mix of anger and regret. The tension in the room was palpable, and he felt the weight of embarrassment pressing down on him. He turned to the Rojas family, his voice heavy with regret. "I'm deeply sorry for what just happened. Please understand, this is not how we usually are."As he turned to leave, Mr. Rojas stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Mr. Alfred," he called out, stopping him in his tracks. "I understand family conflicts, but you must teach your daughters how to behave. This kind of chaos can't continue."Mr. Alfred nodded, his expression solemn. "I'll do my best," he replied, his voi
Katherine stood outside the family house, her breath coming in short, angry bursts. Tonight, she would finally confront her father. She pushed open the door, her footsteps echoing through the quiet hallways. With each step she took, her anger built up inside her like a storm ready to unleash. As she reached her father's study, she stopped and took a deep breath. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes blazing with fury. Mr. Alfred was sitting at his desk, his face calm but his eyes filled with sadness. He looked up and met her gaze, a look of understanding passing between them. "Katherine," he said softly, "I knew you would come." Katherine clenched her fists, her voice trembling with rage. "You knew? Of course, you did. You think you're so clever, don't you? But you're going to pay for what you've done." Mr. Alfred stood up slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Katherine, please, let's talk about this." "Talk?" Katherine spat, taking a step closer. "You don't get
Lillian's thoughts churned as she replayed the confrontation between her father and Katherine in her mind. The tension, the anger, the heartbreak—it was all too much to process. She felt a deep, gnawing concern for her sister, despite everything. Katherine's pain was evident, but Lillian couldn't shake the feeling that something more sinister was at play. Determined to check on her sister, Lillian made her way down the long, dim hallway to Katherine's room. She paused in front of the door, hesitating. She knocked twice, her knuckles rapping softly against the wood. There was no response. She knocked again, louder this time. Still, silence. Lillian's heart quickened as she pushed the door slightly, peering inside. The room was neat, the bed made with military precision, the curtains drawn just enough to let in a sliver of light. She stepped inside, her eyes scanning for any sign of Katherine. There was none. She sighed deeply, her concern morphing into a mix of frustration and anxie
Katherine drove with trembling hands, her vision blurred by the tears she could no longer hold back. Each mile brought back memories, sharper and more painful than the last. Her mother’s face haunted her, the soft smile that used to bring her comfort now a ghost that gnawed at her sanity. She pulled up to the old bridge, the very spot where someone had tried to end her life. The engine's hum faded into silence as she stepped out, the crunch of gravel under her heels echoing in the stillness. The cold wind tugged at her hair, pulling it across her tear-streaked face as she approached the railing. She rested her hands on the cold metal, the chill biting into her skin, grounding her in the present while her mind drifted to the past.The memory was a haze, but certain fragments stood out with agonizing clarity. She remembered the shove, the sudden loss of balance, and the sheer terror as she plummeted towards the icy water below. The sensation of the water swallowing her, the suffocating