The announcement of Lucas' impending marriage fell upon him like a sudden downpour, leaving him drenched in confusion. His father, Mr. Davis, had an inexplicable eagerness for Lucas to enter into matrimony, which only intensified Lucas' bewilderment. "But Dad, why this sudden insistence on my marriage?" Lucas questioned, seeking understanding in his father's eyes. Perplexed, he couldn't fathom the underlying reasons driving his father's urgency. "Lucas, if you recall, I had already urged you to marry years ago when Evan tied the knot," Mr. Davis revealed, accompanied by the presentation of some documents. "Take a look at these," he continued, handing Lucas the papers, which carried the weight of his father's will. As Lucas scanned the contents, his eyes widened at the revelation. "According to my will, the remaining share of the company will go to the firstborn grandchild. Currently, Evan holds 63% of the shares in his name. However, if Evan and Aubrey have a child, you won't receive

Aubrey's Point of View: The sound of the door opening filled the room, and my heart leaped with anticipation. I turned my gaze towards the entrance, only to be greeted by the sight of Lucas standing there. Disappointment washed over me, and I struggled to hide it. "Oh dear, it seems quite rude to be disappointed upon seeing my face. I wasn't aware that I had such an effect," Lucas remarked, his expression turning into a mock pout. "No, no, it's not like that. I just didn't expect to see you," I hastily explained, waving my hands to dismiss any misunderstanding. "I know, you were expecting Evan," Lucas stated, a knowing smile playing on his lips. I blushed involuntarily, confirming his assumption. It had been a day since I regained consciousness, yet neither a call nor a visit from Evan had graced my existence. "How are you feeling?" Lucas inquired, placing a fruit basket on the table. He was the only person who bothered to visit me during this time. "I'm fine, thank you," I replie

Aubrey's heart skipped a beat when she felt a presence behind her. She turned, only to find Lucas standing there, catching her off guard while she was engrossed in her breakfast preparations."Cooking," Aubrey replied, her voice betraying her surprise as she resumed her work. She couldn't shake off the memory of Evan's recent warning, a lingering caution that kept her on edge."I'm sorry, Aubrey. I know Evan was angry with you because of me," Lucas apologized, his voice tinged with remorse.Aubrey quickly dismissed his guilt, refusing to let it burden him. "No, Lucas, it's not your fault. There's nothing wrong between me and Evan," she reassured him, hoping to put his concerns to rest.Lucas's inquiry about the state of her relationship with Evan didn't go unnoticed. Aubrey understood the underlying meaning of his words as they reached her ears. She pleaded with him, her voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desperation. "Lucas, please, don't ask me anything about me and Eva

Aubrey's heart raced as she tried to push him away, but his grip remained unyielding. Trembling hands betrayed her fear as she pleaded with Evan to stop. His lips found her neck, eliciting a shiver that coursed through her body. Desperate to escape, she clenched the bedsheets tightly, closing her eyes in a futile attempt to block out the terrifying reality. "What do you mean, 'What am I doing?'" she managed to utter, her voice quivering. "This isn't what couples do in a hotel room alone." His hot breath against her skin intensified her unease, compelling her to seek refuge in her own room. A sob escaped her lips, catching Evan's attention. He paused, his gaze softening as he wiped away the tears that flowed freely down her cheeks. His hand felt warm against her skin, offering a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the chaos. "Why are you doing this?" she mustered the strength to ask, her voice laced with vulnerability. Evan chuckled, the sound piercing through her fragile resolve. "Such

Aubrey's heart pounded as she struggled to stand up, her eyes fixated on the television screen. The news that flashed before her eyes sent a wave of shock through her body. Slowly, she turned her gaze towards Grandma, who sat on the couch, engulfed in anger, her grip tight on the TV remote. "Gran-Grandma," Aubrey managed to utter, her voice barely a whisper. But before she could complete her plea, the TV remote flew through the air, striking her forehead with a resounding thud. "Ahh!" Aubrey winced, her hand instinctively reaching for her throbbing forehead. As she touched her skin, her fingertips came away stained with blood, a stark reminder of the pain she was enduring. "How dare you do this!" Grandma growled, her anger seething. But instead of recoiling, Aubrey took a hesitant step forward, mustering her courage to approach her grandmother. She knelt down in front of Grandma, closing her hands in a supplicating gesture. "I am sorry... I didn't..." Aubrey's words trailed off as