Mag-log inSYNOPSIS/BLURB: They were jealous of her, her friends were jealous of her and set her up to make her be like everyone else. Oma's perfectly planned world shattered when she discovered she was pregnant after a set up by her friends on the night of their school’s sign out gala party. Before she had time to think of what to do, her father callously threw her out of the house into the rain with a warning never to return till she had found the father of her unborn child. Frustrated and dejected, she found shelter in her best friend’s family house, only to accidentally learn that the same friend and her boyfriend were the ones who betrayed her by setting her up for a one-night stand with an unknown guy. This realization broke her more and she made a life changing decision to leave for a city where she was not known with determination to begin a new life and live for her unborn child. By a dramatic turn of event, she met Richard Jones, a billionaire corporate lawyer, whom she saved from an accident that could have taken his life. He admired her exceptional show of integrity and was drawn to her. What begins as a simple ‘chase’ and impulsive support and protection, blossomed into a serious friendship and eventual romance that will threaten the status, affluence and entire Richard Jones’ existence. Will Richard give up his inheritance for a girl he barely knew? Will her pregnancy serve as determent for finding true love and fulfilling her dreams? Find out in this intriguing romance story…….
view more(POV: Richard)The Oakhaven timber had aged beautifully.Twenty years of salt air, spilling coffee, and the heavy friction of thousands of legal files had worn the dark wood down to a deep, polished patina. If you looked closely at the far corner of the main conference table in Logan Heights, you could still find the faint indentation where a three-year-old Maya had once hammered a plastic gavel during a zoning meeting.It was a Saturday evening, the quiet hours when the firm belonged entirely to the shadows and the ghosts of old cases. The ringing phones were silent, the community intake lines were forwarded to the automated system, and the vast floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto a San Diego skyline that felt entirely unthreatening.I sat at the head of the table, my sleeves rolled to my elbows, a heavy glass tumbler of amber cider resting near my right hand. The silver lines of my old accident scars were faded now, faint white threads woven into the fabric of a body that had su
(POV: Oma)Ten years later, the ink on the dissolution papers had long since faded into history, but the foundation we built upon it had only grown deeper.The morning sun over the La Jolla bluffs was exceptionally bright, casting long, golden bars of light across the familiar timber dining table. I stood by the wide glass doors, a warm mug of tea cradled in my hands, watching the endless, rhythmic cadence of the Pacific surf below. For a long time, I used to think of time as a countdown, a ticking clock before the next corporate raid, the next security breach, or the next legal ambush.Now, time felt like an expanse. A vast, beautiful ocean with no horizons and no hidden traps."You're doing that thing again," a low, deeply resonant voice murmured from behind me.Before I could turn, Richard’s arms wrapped effortlessly around my waist, pulling me flat against his solid chest. He was dressed casually in a soft linen shirt and dark trousers, the sharp, calculating edge he once wore lik
(POV: Elizabeth Jones)Richard’s shoulders tensed in front of the window, but he still didn't turn around to face me. The silence in the penthouse was suffocating, stretching out like an unbridgeable chasm.Every ticking second of that silence felt like a jury deliberating on my soul, and with every beat of my heart, I felt the terrifying weight of my past actions pressing down on me. The absolute, unyielding control I had spent forty years building felt entirely useless now. It couldn't buy me an hour of my son's time, and it certainly couldn't shield me from the devastating truth of what I had done.Driven by a desperation I had never known, I turned my gaze entirely to Oma, my hands clasping together in a pleading gesture."Oma... I treated you abominably. I looked at your background, your family, your lack of corporate pedigree, and I used every weapon in my power to try and diminish you.I tried to make you feel small because I was terrified of how large your spirit was. I was te
(POV: Elizabeth Jones) Tonight, my knees trembled beneath the hem of my tailored wool coat.The marble corridor of the penthouse suites at the Presidio loomed as cold and unyielding as a mausoleum. For forty years, I had walked through spaces like this with my chin high, the soles of my shoes clicking a rhythmic, voracious baseline that told the world exactly who I was: Elizabeth Jones. A woman who didn't negotiate, who didn't apologize, and who certainly didn't bend.I stood outside the apartment, my hand hovering inches above the polished brass knocker. My fingers, usually steady enough to sign away multi-million-dollar subsidiaries without a second thought, were shaking. I caught my reflection in the mirrored wall opposite the door. The pristine, ice-blonde bun was perfectly in place, the diamond studs in my ears cost more than most people earned in a decade, but the eyes looking back at me were hollow.I had skipped Richard’s wedding on that windswept bluff in Big Sur, choosing
Two attorneys Richard considered as friends from his Jones and Associates days had stopped returning calls.Richard noticed all of it and didn't comment, but clearly understood that this is putting him off guard now and getting him worried too since this week.While I was preparing eggs for breakfa
Richard met his mother again on a Tuesday.He didn't tell me until he was already on his way out."I called her this morning," he said. "We will be meeting at a coffee shop in Hillcrest."I was on the sofa with the baby against my chest and a highlighted evidence chapter open in my lap. I looked up
When we walked out of the courtroom. The flashbulbs and the reporters hampered around Richard and I, calling his name. His hand was on my back, steering me forward through the small crowd of news reporters.Thank God we were at the winning side in the courtroom.While we moved towards our car. Imm
Richard stood alone in the wreckage of the bookshop. He leaned against the heavy oak desk, his lungs burning, his hand shaking as he wiped a smear of blood from his cheek. The silence rushed back in, heavy and thick with the scent of old paper.He walked toward the alcove, his heart hammering again


















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