LOGINLauren didn’t slow down until she got to the door.Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the handle, but she steadied herself before pushing it open. The door creaked softly as it gave way, revealing the dimly lit bedroom inside. A faint scent of cologne lingered in the air, mixed with something heavier, something familiar.She stepped in and shut the door quietly behind her.Then she froze.Right there, seated on the edge of the bed, was Paschal Deveraux. Yes. The same Paschal whom Tessa was accused of sleeping with. Whom Tessa was accused of being responsible for her pregnancy. Today, here, he was, with Lauren. He had his back to the entrance, completely unaware she had walked in. One leg was crossed over the other, his posture relaxed, almost too relaxed for someone in a situation like this. In his hand, he held a small mirror, angling it carefully while running a comb through his hair with slow, deliberate strokes.It was almost like he was preparing for somethin
Lauren didn’t remember how she got out of the hall.Everything after that moment had blurred together.Her chest still felt tight, like she had been running for too long without rest, even though she had only just stepped out.Her heels clicked unevenly against the polished staircase as she descended, one hand gripping the rail tightly. Her movements lacked their usual grace, and anyone watching closely would notice the slight tremble in her fingers.Her mind was loud.Too loud.Every word from earlier echoed again and again.'Don’t ever call me Dad again.'Her breath hitched slightly, but she forced it down. This was not the time to lose control. Not here. Not where anyone could see her.Just as she reached the middle of the staircase, she abruptly bumped into someone.Her shoulder collided lightly, causing her to stop in her tracks.It was Rosa.The older woman had her back turned slightly, her phone pressed to her ear, completely absorbed in her conversation. She didn’t even noti
The air inside the grand hall had shifted, thick with tension that clung to every breath taken. Moments ago, laughter and soft clinking of glasses had filled the space, but now everything felt different, like a storm had quietly walked in and settled over everyone without warning.Tessa stood there, composed, her posture straight and her expression calm, yet her eyes held something else, sharp and deliberate. Slowly, she lowered her gaze to where Hugh lay sprawled on the polished floor, his body awkward, his breathing exaggerated. To anyone watching, he looked like a frail old man overcome by weakness. But Tessa knew better.Their eyes met for the briefest second.It was enough.She gave the slightest nod, so subtle that no one else noticed. But Hugh did. Immediately, his body went limp. The groaning stopped, replaced by a dramatic stillness as he slumped fully, like someone who had truly lost consciousness.A ripple of murmurs spread across the hall.“Ms. Lauren,” Tessa said, her
“Mom-in-law!”The voice rang out loudly, cutting through the already tense atmosphere like a blunt knife. Hugh Oswald rushed forward, his worn-out shoes scraping noisily against the polished floor as he stretched out both hands toward Rosa, his face lit up with an excitement that looked almost misplaced in such a setting.But without hesitation, Rosa slapped his hand away with visible irritation, her face twisting in disgust as though she had just been touched by something filthy. She didn’t even spare him another glance before turning and walking away, her steps quick, her expression burning with a mix of rage and embarrassment.The rejection was loud enough.Clear enough.Hugh staggered slightly from the force of her slap, his excitement faltering for a moment before confusion settled on his face. But he remained speechless. Just watching. Across from him, Lauren stood frozen.Her body felt stiff, her fingers curled slightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as thoug
“Mr. Deveraux,” Tessa said, turning slowly to Curtis, her voice calm but carrying a sharp edge that cut through the thick tension in the hall. “Last time, you insisted that the baby wasn’t yours. Wasn’t that the reason you used to divorce me so you could marry Lauren instead?”Her words were steady, but the weight behind them pressed heavily on everyone present. Conversations that had barely resumed moments ago died down again.Curtis’s jaw tightened.For a second, he didn’t respond. His gaze locked onto Tessa’s face, searching, almost as if he was trying to find something familiar there; something he could hold on to. But all he saw was distance.“Tessa,” he said finally, his voice low, controlled, “let’s go outside.”Before she could react, he reached out and grabbed her hand, his grip firm, instinctive; like it had always been. Then he turned slightly, already pulling her along, as though he expected her to follow without resistance.But this time was different.Before he could
“Lauren,” Rosa called with shock, her voice trembling in a way that made her sound smaller than she had ever allowed herself to appear. “What did Mr. Dean mean? How could you not be the Dean’s heiress?”Her question hung in the air like something fragile that could shatter at any moment.Lauren didn’t answer.For a second, she stood frozen, her fingers twitching slightly at her sides, her mind racing so fast it felt like she might lose control of her own body. Her heart pounded violently against her chest, each beat louder than the last, echoing in her ears. Then, as if something inside her snapped, she turned slightly toward Rosa, her lips parting, but no words came out.Instead, she turned away abruptly.Without another second of hesitation, she gathered her dress and ran toward the stage, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, each step urgent, desperate.“This is impossible!” she burst out the moment she reached them, her voice rising above the stunned silence th







