เข้าสู่ระบบStephen's sharp features softened with a trace of a smile. “That depends, when do you intend on marrying me, Miss Olivia, my beautiful Queen?”. Their public display of affection were nothing new, but every time they did it they still managed to make other singles Pringles jealous. On the live stream, there was a lot of comments that flooded in. “Wow this is the kind of sweet romance that gives me cavities!”. “ A husband like Stephen Johnson's? OH, My days, he is so cute as fuck! I hope I find one before my 25th birthday, if I'm lucky!”. “I just want to experience a love this sweet before I'm buried. I can't wait a bit longer. Theirs is so cute I cannot even lie for real. “As long as Stephen Johnson and Olivia stay together, I will keep believing in love!”. Olivia let out a messy laugh and playfully tapped Stephen's chest before turning back to the camera's. “Thank you all for caring about our wedding plans. “Infact we are already preparing. If there's any big news, you will be the fir
Roannie wasn't joking. She put out a public offer just to hire a “Boyfriend of the day” for her beloved friend. The moment the ad went live, thousands of applications flooded in. After a rigorous screening process, only a few remained and each of them looked like they'd stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine. From the moment,Rosy began her postpartum recovery, She had a different handsome companion by her side each day. The sting of divorce quickly faded into a distant memory. They were warm,attentive and surprisingly wise, each teaching her something new. That's when she realised, while she'd been devoting herself entirely to Stephen, the world had already moved on without her. For three years, She'd obsessed over the man she loved, too consumed to even notice the tides of change around her. She hasn't even heard of short-term video platforms- the very thing Stephen had mocked her for being so out of touch about. But once Rosy tried it, she was hooked. She quic
Rosy wiped her face, her voice crisp and commanding. “ I want all of you here in thirty minutes”.That's right.Now that the divorce was final, it was time to reclaim her place- time to become who she was always meant to be. Ten minutes later,dozens of roaring Ferraris screeched to a halt outside the hospital. Forming a circle, they blazed their headlights until the night looked like midday.A private Jet descended in the centre of the circle, it's turbines slicing the silence.As it landed, the cabin door opened, and out stepped a striking man in a perfectly tailored suit- refined, handsome, with an unshakeable air of control. “Good evening,Mr Peter !”. The bodyguards thundered in one accord. The man adjusted his gloves with elegant fingers and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. His sharp eyes swept over the crowd, gleaming with a chilling light. “ We are here to bring Mrs Rosy home.” The men echoed “To bring Mrs Rosy home!”. The men echoed their voice lo
Late at night , A sleek Rolls- Royce pulled up to the entrance of the City's most luxurious private hospital. The security guard rushed to open the car door and out stepped a man whose presence exuded cold elegance and commanding authority. “ Mr Johnson, Congratulations. It's a boy.” . The hospital director greeted him personally, practically bowing in excitement to deliver the good news.To his shock, Stephen Johnson's expression remained frigid. Not a trace of joy could be found on his Chiseled features.“She has finally given birth? Good. She can get the hell out”. The way he switched up on Rosy was weird and unexpected. He strode inside without another word. Leaving the director scrambling to follow. Did he just say the woman could leave now? Was the baby not his?That couldn't be right.The woman in the delivery room was as timid as a rabbit. She had a lot of things on her head. But she was happy deep down that when she bore the baby her husband will be very
The house was unnervingly quiet that morning, a kind of silence that pressed against Rosy’s chest like a weight she couldn’t shake off.She sat on the velvet sofa in the massive living room, her body stiff and cautious, as though one wrong movement might unravel the fragile peace she’d barely regained. Her palms were locked together on her lap, fingers twisting nervously, her mind still haunted by the dizzying chaos of the previous night—her fainting, the panic in Stephen’s eyes, the blinding hospital lights, the doctor’s sharp warnings.Now she was back here. Back in this house that never felt like hers, back in this marriage that was equal parts prison and lifeline. Stephen had left earlier for a quick errand, promising to return before lunch. Claire was in the kitchen, her muffled humming drifting through the wide corridors, leaving Rosy momentarily alone with her thoughts.She pressed her hand lightly to her stomach, her lips trembling as an unspoken fear coursed through her. The
Stephen walked briskly into the doctor’s office, his face tight with tension. The events of the past few hours still weighed heavily on him—Rosy collapsing, the frantic rush to the hospital, Claire’s pale face as she hovered nervously around them. He felt like a man whose life was slowly crumbling, and yet, he had no choice but to keep his composure.The doctor, a middle-aged man with sharp, intelligent eyes behind his glasses, stood up as Stephen entered.“Mr. Stephen Johnson?” the doctor asked, glancing down at the file in his hands.“Yes,” Stephen said, his voice deep, clipped. “How is she?”The doctor motioned for him to sit. “Your wife is stable now. She fainted due to exhaustion, stress, and… well, because of her condition.”Stephen’s brow furrowed. “Her condition?”The doctor leaned forward slightly. “She’s pregnant. Around seven weeks.”Stephen froze, his mind spinning as the words echoed in the quiet office. Pregnant? Rosy? His heart thudded in his chest, not with excitement







