MasukThe one thing everyone had been avoiding had finally happened, and all the aggression had been directed at the maids. If anything happened to Sophia, they would be the ones to suffer the most, since they were the ones assigned to take care of her whenever she came home. When she was away, there was relief in the house. But whenever she returned, no one could breathe easily. Since she came back stained, it had been hell for everyone. At least today was slightly better; she wasn’t throwing objects around, but the insults had not stopped. She constantly reminded them how miserable their lives were without her, as if that was their fault. This was accurately why they preferred her out of the house. But her return today, soaked and stained, had been the worst so far. “Do you still feel pain in your eyes?” Zara asked, gently wiping her face. She had been the one enduring most of Sophia’s anger and complaints since the incident. “You shouldn’t have gone there alone,” Zara muttered. “Th
After the struggle and cries, the boy was finally put to sleep, his injury properly treated.Adrian’s heart felt heavy.He didn’t know how to confront her without it turning into a full-blown argument. If she had truly been there with him, then what went wrong? Why didn’t she step in the moment the nanny left? According to what he had just been told, they had been only inches apart.Something didn’t add up.Once the doctor finished prescribing the medication, he handed it over to Adrian and gestured toward the door.“You can take him home. He’ll be fine by tomorrow, but the injury will take some time to heal.”“Alright. Thank you,” Adrian replied.He picked up his son carefully and walked out.Ryan had mentioned he had a surgery, so Adrian didn’t bother checking on him, even though they were in the same hospital.Getting to the parking lot, he gently placed his son in the passenger seat, laying the boy’s head on his thighs to keep him comfortable.“Call his nanny,” Adrian instructed t
Both men sat down, waiting for the figure to arrive. Adrian’s spy had reached out earlier, informing him that he would be bringing the evidence he had gathered. As promised, Adrian had called Ethan to witness the conversation, while Ryan remained on the line, listening in since he couldn’t make it in person.The wait didn’t last much longer.Soon, they spotted him approaching from a distance, walking briskly toward them. Just before he got close enough, Adrian spoke, his tone casual but probing.“I was with Pookie earlier today. I thought you were her driver.”Ethan straightened slightly, clearly caught off guard. “You were with her? I didn’t know you went to the gallery,” he said, his voice laced with surprise.That morning, he had dropped her off at the gallery before leaving almost immediately to handle other matters. He hadn’t stayed more than five minutes.“I wasn’t at the gallery,” Adrian replied calmly. “I just happened to drop her off.”Before Ethan could respond, the man fina
“You’re welcome, Miss Layla. I’ve been waiting for you,” the waitress said, grinning from ear to ear. Layla wasn’t surprised that she had been expected. Seeing that Sophia had already assigned someone to wait for her, it only showed how desperate she was for this meeting. But for what exactly? She returned the smile without a word and turned on her heels. The waitress led her to a room and stopped. “She’s inside, waiting for you.” Layla nodded and reached for the doorknob, pushing it open. There she was—seated, casually eating. She didn’t even bother to look up, continuing as if Layla hadn’t entered. Layla knew better than to wait for an invitation. She stepped in without hesitation, unbothered and unafraid of whatever this meeting might bring. It was time that Sophia was put in her place. Part of her believed that if Sophia had never been in the picture, things might have been different; she might have had a better relationship with her son. But because of her, nothing had gone
The moment Layla arrived at the office, she headed straight to inspect the work done the previous day. The construction company had done a thorough job, so clean that nothing hinted at the damage, unless you already knew what had happened. Satisfied, she returned to her office and settled into her chair, giving it a slow twirl. A few minutes later, one of her employees walked in with her coffee and placed it gently on the desk. “Thank you. You can go,” Layla said, reaching for the cup. She lifted it halfway, then paused. The woman hadn’t moved. Layla set the cup back down, her gaze sharpening as it settled on her. “I said you can leave. Why are you still standing?” The woman didn’t respond. Her fingers twisted into the fabric of her clothes, pulling it tight. A thin line of sweat slipped from her temple, trailing slowly down her face. “Ma… it’s…” Her voice faltered, her grip tightening as more sweat gathered along her forehead. Layla’s eyes flicked briefly to the air conditio
It hadn’t been more than twenty-four hours, and they had already found him. Joshua was good with things like this, which was why he didn’t hesitate to leave it to him. They left Adrian’s house and urged the others to go home, informing them that there was something they needed to attend to. Ethan was the one who drove them home, while his brother, Joshua, took their father to the location where they were holding the suspect. As they arrived, they could hear cries and the sound of whips cutting through the air. He was already being punished, which Joshua didn’t remember authorizing. “He’s being punished?” Harthwore asked. “Yes. But I didn’t instruct them to do it.” “Maybe he’s refusing to admit it. That should be the only reason they’re whipping him.” Joshua said nothing further and led him through the building until they reached the room. The men halted their flogging immediately, stepping aside to make way for Harthwore. “You’re sure he’s the one?” That was the first question
Natasha didn’t know that Nolan was the one she had been married to all this time. She knows her daughter's story with him, but she had never imagined Ashley to be the woman who led to the separation of her daughter's marriage. She glanced at her daughter, who had a smile on her face, and it only
Work had been going really well for the Harthwore family; deals were being closed, and contracts were being signed. Layla was also getting connected and attending a few conferences. She had been the talk of the country since the opening of her gallery, and she hadn’t encountered any problems so far
What do you mean it's stress? You can't conclude that when you know it's nothing close to that.Ryan picked up his glass of wine and gulped down the whole whiskey. It was unlike him to drink this much. He barely takes a full glass, let alone three."Why do I feel like you're resigning as a doctor?"
Staring out the window, Layla held her brush, watching as cars and pedestrians moved back and forth. The city felt unusually alive today—busy, yet strangely beautiful. She had spent most of her life indoors, playing the role of a housewife and never really experiencing something like this. Now, sta







