Marvis was very happy, she couldn't believe her luck. Her father had sent the money, just as Jace had demanded. She felt a mix of relief, gratitude, and curiosity. How was it possible that Jace, a man she barely knew, had such power over her father? And why did he even care about her situation?
As the day went on, Marvis couldn't help but wonder about Jace's true intentions. It was clear he had a significant amount of influence and wealth, but what did he expect in return? Did he truly love her, or was there something else at play?Unable to contain her thoughts any longer, Marvis decided to confront Jace later that day. She found him in the study, engrossed in listening to some audio documents. He perceived her smell as she entered, flashing her a warm smile."What's on your mind, my dear?" he asked, setting the documents aside.Marvis took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "Jace, I can't help but wonder why you helped me. I mean, I know you don't love me, but... why go through all this trouble? And why do you have so much power over my father?"Jace leaned back in his chair, studying Marvis intently. "Marvis, I understand your curiosity and concerns. To be honest, my involvement with your father and my reasons for helping you are complicated."Marvis frowned, her mind buzzing with questions. "Complicated? What does that mean?"Jace sighed, his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and regret. I know how it feels to be cheated on and treated badly, I made a mistake—a terrible mistake that cost me everything. My wealth, my reputation, and even my sight. I was once a hero, beloved by many. But that all changed when I trusted the wrong person."Marvis's curiosity deepened. "Who? Who betrayed you?"Jace hesitated for a moment as if debating whether he should share the truth with her. Finally, he spoke. "Anderson Sullivan, my stepbrother. He was consumed by jealousy and resentment. He orchestrated an accident that left me blind, hoping to take everything I had worked for."Marvis gasped, her heart aching for Jace's pain. "That's... horrible. How did he get away with it?"Jace's voice turned bitter. "He had his ways. He manipulated the evidence, framed me for the accident, and managed to convince everyone that I was responsible for my misfortune. My family turned against me, leaving me with nothing."Marvis's mind spun with this newfound information. "So, what does this have to do with me? Why did you help me?"Jace's face softened, and he reached out to take her hand. "Marvis, when I first met you, I saw something in you. Something pure and genuine. You reminded me of the person I used to be before everything went wrong. I wanted to protect you,Marvis felt a mix of emotions—gratitude for Jace's intentions, anger at the injustice he suffered, and a strange connection between them that she couldn't deny. She squeezed his hand, searching his eyes for any sign of deceit.Jace took a deep breath, I hope that we can build something genuine together. A partnership, perhaps even love."Marvis was torn. In her heart, she knew she had genuine feelings for Jace, but the circumstances surrounding their marriage felt suffocating. It was a choice between her happiness and a life of uncertainty.Marvis soon realized that her role in Jace's life was more than just a wife. With his blindness and the deep frustration that plagued him, Jace relied on her for assistance in his daily activities. She became his caretaker, tending to all his needs while desperately hoping for a hint of acceptance from him.Days turned into weeks, and Marvis found herself entangled in the complexities of her new family. Jace's stepmother, Mrs. Tessy, and her conniving children, Anderson and Charlotte, had their ambitions, willing to go to any lengths to secure their position within the Sullivan empire. They saw Marvis as a threat to their plans, and they were determined to eliminate her.Marvis noticed the tension within the Sullivan household, with Anderson and Charlotte constantly whispering conspiracies behind closed doors. She became suspicious and started paying closer attention to their actions. One night, while Jace was resting, Marvis decided to investigate further.Quietly, she walked down the hallway, following the muffled voices that led her to Jace's stepmother's study. Peeking through the slightly ajar door, Marvis witnessed a heated argument between Mrs Tessy, Anderson, and Charlotte. They were discussing a plan to poison Jace, making it look like a tragic accident.Shocked and terrified for Jace's life, Marvis knew she had to act quickly. With her heart pounding, she retreated from the study and went to find Jace's loyal assistant, Ethan.Am scared about Mr jacks life,She shared her discovery with him and together they devised a plan to protect Jace from his own family.With her instincts kicking in, Marvis started to investigate the Sullivan family's secrets. She discreetly gathered information, uncovering a web of deceit and betrayal solely orchestrated by Anderson and his girlfriend, Charlotte. They were responsible for Jace's accident and subsequent hardships.Determined to protect herself and Jace, Marvis formulated a plan to expose their wrongdoings. She enlisted the help of a newfound friend, Chris Tonnel, who had a personal vendetta against Anderson. Together, they gathered evidence and prepared to bring the truth to light.However, unbeknownst to Marvis, there was a traitor within her midst. Anderson had managed to convince one of Jace's longtime employees, Rebecca, to betray them. Rebecca leaked information, causing their plan to unravel.what will happen as the tables are about to turn, can Marvis come out of these unharmed?20 years agoMarvis was an only child, her parents tried to get pregnant after her birth, but it was impossible. Marvis was a very beautiful girl, loved by everyone, she was the apple of her father's eyes. She went to the best kindergarten, traveled all over the world, and had all the best things. Pamela was a kind woman, soft-spoken, beautiful, and intelligent, Pamela was an artist, she loved painting, and she brought drawing to life.She always takes her precious daughter to exhibitions around the world. She taught her daughter how to paint and drawing.Marvis! When you come of age, I want to open a gallery for both of us.Mother, I will paint lots of pictures for you." I love baby, I love mummy," replied Marvis, smiling.Marvis was tasty in the middle of the night, she went downstairs to get water to drink, and then she heard her parents sobbing and whispering."Please darling, don't tell Marvis about my illness, it will break her." Pamela, you have to tell her, don't keep her in
Liam Sullivan and his wife Natalie Sullivan had always been best friends with Jared Lewis and Grace Lewis. Their friendship was so strong that they made a promise to solidify their bond with marriage. Over the years, this promise was passed down to the next generation.Tracey Lewis, the daughter of Jared Lewis and Grace Lewis, was raised with the expectation that she would eventually marry into the Sullivan family. As a result, she was showered with attention and given the best opportunities in life. She attended the finest schools, traveled all over the world, and had every luxury imaginable. However, in the wake of this favoritism, Marvis, Tracey's elder sister, was neglected and treated as an outcast in her family.Marvis lived a vastly different life. While Tracey received all the attention and admiration, Marvis was left to fend for herself. She lacked the nurturing and love that every child deserves. Despite the neglect, Marvis found solace in her passions for painting and liter
As Marvis and Jace delved deeper into their conversation, an unexpected rapport blossomed between them, forged through shared experiences of feeling misunderstood and yearning for acceptance. Their connection transcended mere friendship; it was as if they had discovered unity in their quest for understanding, a comfort that had eluded them amid the chaos.Meanwhile, Tracey observed this burgeoning connection from a distance, her eyes filled with resentment and envy. Her obsession with Jace had driven her to extreme measures, and the notion that Marvis, her sister, was forming a bond with him incensed her. She was determined to unravel their newfound camaraderie, no matter the cost.One clear evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow across the landscape, a furtive conversation took place between Tracey and Jace. Tracey feigned concern, her voice soft and persuasive as she deliberately planted seeds of doubt in Jace's mind about Marvis' intentions."Jace, I
Jace POV Jace's sense of conflict and confusion had become an insidious presence within his mind. The once-clear skies of certainty now gave way to stormy clouds of doubt, threatening to engulf the warmth of his burgeoning friendship with Marvis.As he sifted through the fabricated evidence presented by Tracey, Jace's heart contorted with the agony of betrayal. His mind became a battlefield, torn between the authenticity of his bond with Marvis and the carefully woven threads of treachery and suspicion that had been artfully planted by Tracey.Disheartened and disillusioned, he found solace in the protective cocoon of isolation. It provided a temporary shield from the tumultuous emotions that raged within him. However, it also perpetuated the lingering ache that stemmed from the perceived betrayal of a cherished friendship.Amidst the maelstrom of confusion, Jace grappled with a myriad of emotions. His heart ached with the weight of the unspoken truth, and the encapsulating isolation
Years laterAs the foundation for her dream art gallery began to take form, Marvis poured her heart and soul into curating a space that would enrapture all who entered. With meticulous attention to detail, she sculpted an ambiance that would serve as a poignant backdrop for her resplendent works of art, inviting visitors into a realm where emotions flowed freely and stories unfurled with each brushstroke.Marvis stood before her easel, the subdued glow of the evening sun casting elongated shadows across her studio. The cascade of colors on her palette beckoned, each hue pregnant with unspoken emotion. She dipped her brush into the sienna, the burnt orange, the deepest cobalt blue, breathing life into the turmoil that lay heavy on her heart.Years had elapsed since the harrowing tragedy that had left her world in disarray. The loss of her mother had fractured her spirit, her father getting married again, her stepmother not loving her at all, the birth of her sister, being treated like
Marvis and Chris sat together in the quaint coffee shop, sipping on their mugs of steaming coffee, each lost in their thoughts. The familiar hum of the cozy café wrapped around them, creating an ambiance that felt like a warm embrace. The passage of time seemed to dissolve as they delved into conversations that bridged the gap between their past and present.Marvis gazed at Chris, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "Do you remember the day we built that makeshift fort in your backyard, using every blanket and pillow we could find?"A grin tugged at the corners of Chris' lips as he recalled the memory. "Of course I do! We spent all day building it, and then we camped out under the stars that night. It felt like we were on an adventure, just the two of us against the whole world."The memories flowed effortlessly between them, each anecdote weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and cherished moments that had shaped their friendship. They laughed, their voices intermingling with the
Tracey POV As I sit in my opulent city apartment, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the skyline, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that comes from living life on my terms. I flip through the latest fashion magazine, my eyes skimming over the pages filled with couture gowns and exquisite jewelry. The world of glamour is my kingdom, and I reign as its queen.Marvis, my older sister, has always been the one to chase after me, trying to match my pace in every aspect of life. She may have an endearing bond between my parents and her, but I've always preferred to live by my own rules. Nothing comes between me and my desires.My parents adore me, and it's no surprise. I'm the paragon of elegance and sophistication, and I've never hesitated to flaunt what life has bestowed upon me. I revel in the envious glances that follow my every move, as I effortlessly navigate the world of luxury and refinement.Her parents' affection and adulation seemed like the natural prelude to her
As the days passed, Jace found himself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. His icy exterior began to thaw, and he started to see Marvis in a different light, not as a manipulative person like Tracey made him believe or a gold digger like he assumed after he found out that Marvis married him instead of her sis. Her unwavering care, support, kindness, and unwavering love had slowly chipped away at the walls he had built around himself. Jace realized that he no longer saw Marvis as a stranger or a caregiver but as a kindred spirit. She had lit a flicker of warmth in his heart, and he began to understand that she was the one he wanted by his side.One evening, as they strolled through the city, the fading light of dusk painting the sky golden, Jace turned to Marvis, his eyes reflecting the soft hues of the evening sky."Marvis," Jace began, his voice uncharacteristically tentative. "I have something to say."Marvis turned to him, her eyes lighting up as she saw the sincerity in