MasukMRS WHITMORE I sat on the edge of my bed in complete darkness, the door was locked so that nobody would see me like this, and my curtains were drawn tight. The guilt was suffocating me. I had buried that secret for nearly twenty seven years, convinced it would die with me. Now it was out in the open, tearing my family apart piece by piece. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing on the nightstand. I grabbed it with shaking fingers. Another call from an old friend. I answered without thinking. “Maria, how could you?” the voice on the other end hissed. “All these years pretending to be the perfect wife while you were sleeping around? You fooled everyone.” I couldn’t speak. I hung up immediately Message after message were flooding into my phone “Slut. Gold digger. How does it feel to be exposed?” “Poor Mr. Whitmore. Raising another man’s bastard all this time.” “The Whitmore empire is built on lies. You should be ashamed.” I dropped the phone on the bed like it was poisoned. Tears s
CHLOE The news was everywhere. I refreshed my phone again, my heart was hammering as another article popped up. “Whitmore Heir Not Biological Son- Massive Cheating Scandal Rocks Billionaire Family.” The comments were brutal. Alot of rumours and old photos which looked like it was fake were flying around the whole media! everything was out there and my sister was right in the middle of it. I couldn’t sit still anymore. I jumped up from my bed, my heart was racing with worry for Daisy. She was pregnant and alone in that huge house with all this chaos. I needed to be there. I rushed to my closet, throwing on jeans and a simple top, my hands were shaking as I grabbed my bag. “I have to go to her,” I muttered to myself. “She needs her sister right now.” I opened the front door quickly and froze.... Mark was standing right there on the porch, one of his hand was raised like he was about to knock, the other in his pocket. He looked tired and guilty. Exactly how I felt. We stared at
DAISY The ceiling was white. That was the first thing I saw. White, and cold, and so blindingly bright that when I finally forced my eyes all the way open, the light punched straight through my skull and I had to squeeze them shut again. My mouth tasted stale. My body felt like it had been hollowed out and filled with something heavy. I lay there for a moment, just breathing, just trying to locate myself inside my own skin. "Where am I.?" The smell answered before anything else could. That sharp, bleached, suffocating smell that turned my stomach immediately. I had always hated it. Even as a child. Hospitals. I turned my head. My father-in-law was sitting beside me. He was sitting there, watching me, with this stillness to him that told me he had been there for a while. His hands were clasped in his lap and his eyes were red around the edges in a way he was clearly trying to hide. "Mr. Whitmore?" My own voice startled me. It came out dry and small and cracked somewhere in th
DAISY“Camden, please… just pick up the phone,” I whispered again, my voice cracking as I dialed his number for the fifth time that morning. It went straight to voicemail. Again.I sat on the edge of our massive bed, staring at my phone screen with trembling hands. The news had exploded overnight like a wildfire no one could control. Someone , which I believe was most likely that cold-eyed stranger and his boss had leaked everything. The affair Mrs Camden had and their secret son. The DNA hints. Every dirty detail was now splashed across every major news site and social media platform.Headlines screamed: “Whitmore Heir Exposed: Not Biological Son of Billionaire Tycoon!”“Cheating Scandal Rocks Whitmore Empire — Mrs. Whitmore’s Secret Affair Revealed!”I scrolled through the comments with tears blurring my vision. Millions of hate comments. They were cruel, viscous and could kill the softest hearts.“Fake heir running a fake empire.” “Mrs. Whitmore is a gold-digging homewrecker.”
DAISY It had been one full day since Camden left, and the emptiness in the mansion felt heavier than ever. Mrs. Whitmore had barely shown her face, hiding away in her private wing. Mr. Whitmore was still away on his business trip. Everywhere I went, I could hear the maids whispering in corners, their voices dropping whenever I walked past. I knew they were talking about the scandal. About Camden. About this family. I couldn’t breathe in this house anymore. I needed someone. A friend. Family. Someone who I could talk to because the silence was killing me.. I picked up my phone with shaking hands and dialed Chloe. She answered after a few rings. “Daisy?” “Hey, Chloe,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “Can you come over? I really need to talk to someone right now. Please.” There was a short pause. “I’ll be there soon.” Thirty minutes later, she arrived. I met her in the smaller sitting room downstairs. We sat across from each other at first, both of us looking worn out and br
CAMDEN “Guards!” I shouted at the top of my voice, the word ripping from my throat like thunder. Two security men rushed in immediately. I pointed at the stranger with a shaking finger. “Get him out. Now. Throw him out of my house.” The guards grabbed the man by both arms. He struggled briefly but didn’t fight hard. As they dragged him toward the door, he looked back at my mother with a cold smile. “This isn’t over, Mrs. Whitmore.” The door slammed shut behind them. I stood frozen, staring at my mother for what felt like sixty full seconds. Not a single word left my mouth. My chest rose and fell rapidly. She took a hesitant step forward, with tears streaming down her face. “Camden… dear son, please let me explain..” she started, reaching out. I stepped back sharply. “Don’t. Don’t you dare come closer right now.” “Camden, I was young. I made a terrible mistake. Your father and I were fighting all the time and I—” “I said don’t!” My voice cracked. “I need to leave this house ri
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